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it is rly funny i used to have honey island ocs who were doing self experimentation for their own means and keeping it a secret bc surely that's a step too far from... experimenting on each other as honey island is all about! but actually all the other scientists around were probably like "oh yeah we know lol but we can't legally do that with our specific government contract so you should just. keep going. so we can get more science out of it. and we are pretending we do not see."
#tss tag#i was rereading old honey island fic snippets the other day and i actually did a pretty good job showing that baby!doc was ...#picking up on things but in the dark bc he was a kid who would not be able to fathom the truth of why lancaster was there in the first plac#but yeah doc rly is the only person there who isnt aware of just how unethical everything is lol#also there were other scientists beyond those ocs who were...#not doing self experimentation but there for other selfish purposes#and each chapter was insight into each one's story which i think is rly cool in hindsight#lancaster didnt know about quite a bit im sure#but he did know a lot#as did other scientists#and with that kinda culture (PLUS THE INSANE LACK OF ETHICS FOR THEIR ACTUAL REASON FOR BEIN G THERE)#means it rly is no wonder lancaster#the guy who spends the most time with the uninformed wide-eyed kid who found wonder in the bare science and lancaster's humanity#is the only one who had enough memory of morality to pull back
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Colonel!König x Reader
Colonel!König, who knew he wanted to marry you the moment he saw you come back from your first mission, covered head to toe in blood and dirt, yet as beautiful as ever.
Colonel!König, who makes enough money to spoil you with anything you'd ever want, and that's how he managed to win you over.
Colonel!König, who knew just how inappropriate your relationship was, yet all his morals went out the window for you.
Colonel!König, who always looked out for you in the battlefield despite knowing just how capable you are. There's a reason you were recruited for KorTac, anyway.
Colonel!König, who used his experience in the battlefield to teach you new techniques that could save your life when he wasn't on missions with you. He couldn't risk losing you.
Colonel!König, who took advantage of his rank for the first time ever to spend more time with you. Whether it was asking you to assist him with reports or inventory, he'd always have you by his side.
Colonel!König, who was teased about his little crush on you by Horangi, earning him a dirty look through the mask.
Colonel!König, who painfully had to hide his crush on you in fear of rumors going around and damaging your career.
Colonel!König, who allowed you to work hard for your promotion and didn't have anything to do with it, simply to show just how capable you are.
Colonel!König, who took you out for dinner and shopping after your promotion was announced, hiding it under the excuse that it's what a good colonel should for his soldiers.
Colonel!König, who seemed very polite the entire time of your day together despite the turmoil in his head.
Colonel!König, who practiced in the mirror how to start and keep a conversation with you despite communication being one of his strengths.
Colonel!König, who held in his laughter once your confused face looked up at him, not recognizing him without the mask and eyeblack.
Colonel!König, who had the best day of his life with you, buying you anything you even glanced at despite your protests.
Colonel!König, who was brave enough to put his hand on the inside of your thigh when he was driving you back to base.
Colonel!König, who was growing painfully hard when you made his hand cup your crotch.
Colonel!König, who had two of his massive fingers inside your dripping cunt, his cock already out as you jerked him off with expertise, happy that the ride back to base was long and lonely.
Colonel!König, who had to resist the urge to cum when your tongue was swirling circles on the tip of his dick as you jerked him off, bent over in the passengers seat.
Colonel!König, who insisted on taking you to a nice hotel for your first time together, wanting to make a special memory of what he hoped were more to come.
Colonel!König, who ate you out and fingered you for minutes before fucking you, making sure you came at least three times before he finally pulled his dick out, laying it down on your stomach so you could see how deep he was going to be inside you.
Colonel!König, who bit the inside of his cheek to resist the urge to laugh at your horrified face once you looked down at his length.
"That's it, mein Engel." He praised, rubbing the tip of his cock on the entrance of your folds, mixing your own arousal with his own. He looked at you for consent before he started slowly going inside you, stopping whenever he saw your discomfort only to be reassured that he could keep going.
"More..." You moaned out, and he didn't have to be asked twice. He was delicate and careful with you, your much smaller frame making him feel as if he was handling fine china, and in a way, he was. The bare hands that could murder enemy soldiers were now delicately rubbing and pulling on your nipples as he moved inside and out slowly, making sure your cunt would get used to the stretch of his fat cock.
"Such a good girl." He praised, one of his hands going down to gently rub your hardened clit as he started moving faster, your squelching cunt surprisingly taking him like a champ as his heavy balls slapped against your ass.
"Your tight pussy keeps sucking me in... can barely move." He confessed through gritted teeth, his eyes slightly narrowed as he struggled to move faster, fighting off the urge to cum until he dragged another orgasm out of you. His fingers rubbed your clit faster, groaning and panting once he felt your pussy tighten up, back arching as you welcomed your fifth orgasm of the day, yet there was more to come.
"ScheiĂe... let me cum in you, please, schatz...?" He didn't even know how he resisted the urge to cum for so long, yet as soon as you nodded your head, he started moving faster and faster inside you, basking in the way your tight hole was sucking him in before he pushed himself balls-deep, releasing his load all the way inside your fertile womb as your cunt milked him dry.
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braid my hair fâ me (miles morales x blk!reader)
â the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts
â made em real cute for yâall
â â ïž: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls
the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasnât until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.
it looked like heâd zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.
"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.
like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"
"are you ok, think I lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as he shook his head stuttering.
"itâs nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.
"itâs ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. youâd hoped it was the latter.
he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guyâ Tristanâ you think his braids would look good on me?"
you looked at him with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "youâre joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.
"yâknow, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.
you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.
it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldnât contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"
this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.
soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.
"you know⊠I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.
after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.
"thatâs not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.
for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldnât let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had âthe touch,â whatever that meant.
"sheâs just the only person whoâs soft on my head!"
"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.
"âŠno"
since then, youâve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.
"imma just ask my mom if sheâll braid itâ"
"milesss câmonnnn! I swear iâll get you looking right and I wonât grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading oneâs. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.
"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.
"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.
he chucked, "actinïżœïżœ like you ainât just beg me to let you braid my hair-"
"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.
miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.
after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.
you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.
miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.
"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sigh came from his mouth.
not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for poor miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.
he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"
"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"
"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear milesâ soft sigh as you left the room.
walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"
"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."
you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.
"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."
and smoothly it did⊠except for the fact that miles couldnât stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"
"what dâyou think iâm tryna do?"
once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasnât so bad now was it?"
"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.
taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start
"you ready baby?" he said nothing.
"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to beholdâ
there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.
swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.
"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."
stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.
"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.
his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.
running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, âdamn mami.â
"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.
"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.
"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.
"um-! when the hell did you take that??"
â i am an avid ïżŒuser of the pink heart emoji
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â took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic đ
â tbh it could easily be both
â @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm
#miles morales#miles morales x reader#across the spiderverse#earth42 miles#into the spider verse#miles g#earth 42 miles morales#spiderman miles morales#miles morales prowler#42 miles morales#miles morales x y/n#prowler miles#miles my beloved#earth 1610 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 1610 miles#miles morales x black!reader#miles morales x you#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse fanfiction#milesmolasses
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Greedy
Pt.1
Pairing - lowkey yandere Kim Taehyung x workaholic!Reader Kind of co-workers au Genres- yandere, comfort, angst, smut if you hold your breath
Summary ; co-worker Taehyung is the only person who makes reader feel safe in the office, he is the perfect gentleman that she falls in love with but what happens when the very trust you put in him is the one way ticket he will use to test your morals to their uncomfortable limits
note, miss gurl is terrible with summaries like I just end up spilling the entire tea whenever I try to invest into a summary đ
Anyways This is going to be a mini series ,I pulled this one out of my 1am adrenaline and It feels like a personal attack Chile! Here's part one , I have no clue about the amount of chapters we're going to have
Word count: 900+
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MINORS!!GET OUTTA HERE OR IM CALLING YOUR MUM
he was daringâŠor unhinged who cares when the difference was all in the subtle shift in his set of behaviors towards you
the subtle way in which his dark eyes did not shy away from raking over every inch of you from head to toe
a once-over so subtle yet so affective on all parts of your being
it was as if his dark eyes knew stuff about you you had never shared with him , like the layer of clothes on your body were non existent in his eyes , only his eyes in this room full of people
in this huge office where his girlfriend just happens to be the chippery conversationalist eager to form a friendship with you on regular work days
Hana ,she was the office crush
desired by half if not all men in the work building, she was hot , confident,outgoing ,friendly and she knew how to dress for the assets granted by her bloodlineÂ
hell if you were a guy you'd line up as well
she was annoyingly perfect and new to your department ,endorsed by THE Kim Taehyung himself after a full year of running a different department brunch of the company , that is where the two met and formed a relationship.
YOU on the other hand had been acquainted with Taehyung the year before his initial transfer , you were an intern that yearâŠhe was your senior at work but on a dunken night you learned that you weren't so far apart in age
back then he was just your wonderful senior , he was always hot but you were never one to swoon over people who had no interest in you
so when did energies take this confusing twist?
you're not exactly sure but you can make out a vivid memory of when Taehyung took interest in the selfies you uploaded on your social media casually recommending you for image related tasks in boardroom meetings , you were pretty popular and adored around the office yourself
you were good at your job and rarely took off days , some would say you were a goodie two shoes and while you were beautiful your ability to handle hard tasks at work over shadowed your feminine value in the office .
you didn't really know Tae out of his suit and ties while seemed to know a moderate enough about you not in a creepy manner ,he was attentive in a respectful manner that a friendly work senior would
the two of you felt far from friends hence you knew next to nothing about him
many of your male coworkers would try to make you feel less than or just attempt to reduce you to a bimbo in your early days but you had him , he was respectful and he spoke in your advocacy when it was necessary
you never felt ridiculed by him and maybe you began to like him ,
you were pretty obvious , warmed by his gentle gaze and the way he gave you all his attention , at other times you could swear you thought he felt the same and you would idiotically turn down guys to wait for him
for unspoken soft gazes sent your way by Taehyung
you're embarrassed for your pathetic self when you forget to transfer a file that needed to be reviewed over night in the office and have to go back after making it pretty close to home Â
in your sweaty glory with your blouse stuck to your skin and your heart hammering in your ears you want to believe that your eyes are on a different level of tripping when you walk past the conference room where a nest of dark long hair hides the face of the woman being pleasured into moonlight and you are ready to tiptoe away when something about the man with his face hidden in the crook of her neck keeps you rooted
and if you felt sick the next set of moments make you want to vomit projectile
the man raises his head eyebrows scrunched in concentration or pleasureâŠ,damned dark eyes heavy with lone hairs from his usually gelled back jet black hair sticking to his forehead in a dangerous way that you did not need to know of , it's when he stares between himself and the woman in front of him that his lips curl in a heart wrenching smirk inflicting a mortal wound as his eyes meet yours that are getting teary for reasons unknown to you yourself .
âŠ.
to be continued.
#yandere bts#yandere taehyung#bts v#taehyung#bts fanfic#Yann#yandere x reader#new fic#kpop yandere#Chilkookiepal#yandere jungkook#yandere namjoon#yandere writing#yandere concept
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The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 11
Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader
Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Not much. This is a dialogue and processing chapter, though there is a scene of religious anxiety. ALSO THIS IS UN-BETAD TRASH. If you find any corrections I should to make, please DM them to me.
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You had no semblance of how much time had passed from when you first stirred to when you finally opened your eyes. It could have been ten minutes, or it could have been three hours. Waking up took the level of effort one would expect from a task like climbing out of quicksandâevery pause had you sinking further back into a pit of unconsciousness.Â
The first thing you noticed was the pounding in your head. That was all you registered the first three times you attempted to wake. The fourth time, you registered a vile taste in your mouth. Cold metal, mixed with stale liquor, mixed with mold, mixed with acid.Â
You fell asleep again for a while longer after that. When you stirred again, you could tell you werenât in your room, judging by the smell and the feel of the mattress. The bed was firmer than yours. It smelled familiar, but your head was so cloudy that you couldnât place where you knew it from.Â
Then you were under again, pulled into yet another dreamless sleep. At some point, you opened your eyes to see blurry light peeking out from an unfamiliar window, and thatâs all you had time to register before slipping away again.Â
The next time you woke, it took. Lids filled with lead, you kept them closed for several minutes, but your fingers twitched against the polyester comforter covering you and you breathed deep, recognizing the smell a little more, but still having trouble placing it, visions of cinnamon lattes and rain drifting across your closed lids.Â
You wiggled your toes, the sleep paralysis finally beginning to release its hold over you inch by inch. After a few more minutes, you opened your eyes. It took some more time before the blurriness in your vision began to clear enough for you to study your surroundings.Â
The room was familiarâyouâd seen it once before. Perhaps in a dream. Or in a photo. It was as if bits of cotton and fluff had been stuffed into the crevices of your brain and it was a struggle for you to think past them.Â
There was an element of danger to waking up in a strange room. You recognized that, but there was no emotion tied to the thought. No panic. No adrenaline: your nervous system was still asleep.Â
Realization crashed into you like a wave when you looked over to the edge of the bed and saw a familiar tattooed hand peeking out from a black sleeve. A head of brown hair rested on the arm and suddenly you knew where you recognized the room fromâit was in the background of the video chat youâd had with Noah.Â
As if the realization had taken all your remaining brain power, you let your head fall back onto the pillow and closed your eyes again, feeling your head throb with every heartbeat.Â
This was Noahâs room. You were in Noahâs room.Â
How did you get here?Â
You were at a party last night. That much you remember. Youâd had a few drinks. Maybe youâd gotten drunker than you realized and that was why you couldnât remember anything.Â
Nick had said he wouldnât let you get drunk.Â
Thatâs right. You were with Nick.Â
Your eyes flew open. You had kissed Nick. The two of you had been dancing. And then you were making out. The memories came to you in flashes, as if you were flipping through a photo album.Â
So how did you get in Noahâs room?Â
You lifted your head as much as you could to get a better look.Â
Noah sat on the floor, back against a dresser. He was slumped over to the side, resting his arm on the mattress, forehead on forearm while his hair spilled over like a curtain, hiding the side of his face.Â
Mustering all the strength you could, you pressed your palms into the mattress and pushed yourself into a half-sitting position against the headboard.Â
The movement must have startled Noah because he awoke the opposite of you: with a sharp inhale, his head snapping up, eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.Â
âAngel.â The word fell softly from his lips, and there was relief coded into it. He sat up, shifting to face you. The arm that had been on the bed drifted closer, reaching toward you before he thought better of it and pulled it back.Â
Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out. At least not at first. It was a few tense seconds of eye contact before you spoke.Â
âNoahâŠâ Your throat cracked painfully when you spoke, and you realized how dry your mouth was.Â
âShh,â he soothed, reaching up for a glass of water that sat on the nightstand and offering it to you. âHere.âÂ
You took it gratefully, noticing how cold and unfamiliar the tips of his fingers were when your brushed them.
You sipped, the water soothing your throat and lubricating your vocal folds. âWhy am I here?â you asked. âWhat happened?âÂ
Noah watched you with caution, face falling.
Something was offâhe was reluctant he was to answer your question. The look he gave you made you squirm uncomfortably.Â
âTell me,â you said.Â
âIâm sorry,â he said, shaking his head to break whatever thought he was trapped in. âUm,â he began, taking a deep, steadying breath.
Your stomach sank.Â
âFirst of all, youâre safe. Nothing happened. Nick and I made sure you were taken care of.âÂ
âYouâŠwhat?â His words were concerning. Why did he have to make a point that you were safe? Had there been a time when you werenât? Â
âAlso, we caught the guy. Heâs in police custody.âÂ
Your heart began to race. âWhat guy?â you asked, breath growing tense and rapid. âNoah, what happened?â
Noah bit his lip, eyebrows pulling together in a mix of emotions you couldnât decipher. âSomeone was slipping stuff into girlsâ drinks last night. We caught him before anything happened, but you were drugged.âÂ
It all came out too fast before you could make any sense of it.Â
âAnd you were in pretty rough shape last night.âÂ
The words hung in the air, unabsorbed as you blinked stupidly at him. Youâd heard them, but there was something preventing you from processing them.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, kneeling beside the bed so he could see your reaction. He reached out again, this time to grab your hand and you pulled it away out of instinct, body on autopilot. He flinched away, looking hurt for half a second before training his features into something calmer.Â
âGive me a second,â you said. He nodded.Â
Your stomach churned uncomfortably, and you slumped forward, feeling the saliva and bile seep into your mouth. You gagged.Â
Noah jumped into action, grabbing an empty bucket from beside the bed and tucking it under your chin. You gagged a few more times but nothing came up, so you sat back against the headboard, wiping at your irritated eyes.Â
You waited, allowing your stomach to settle again before entertaining any thoughts.Â
Youâd been drugged.Â
It was too big of a thought to process all at once. Your mind didnât have enough elasticity to wrap itself around something like thatâyou had to start smaller.Â
âHow did I get here?âÂ
âRight,â said Noah. âNick and I brought you back here.âÂ
âWhy didnât you bring me to my dorm?â you asked. The questions were coming rapid fire now.Â
âWe couldnât find your keys,â Noah answered, not missing a beat. He seemed eager to explain. You were grateful that he also seemed to recognize your need to digest the information in bits and pieces.Â
âThey should be in my purse. Where is it?â you asked.Â
Noah shrugged.Â
It hit you how strange it was seeing his face again. There was a part of you that acknowledged how much youâd missed him. Another part recognized how angry you still were at him, but all of that was overshadowed by the information you were learning.Â
âI didnât see it,â he said. âItâs probably back at Jollyâs. We can go get it if you want.âÂ
âIn a bit,â you said, leaning back against the pillows and taking a sip of water. The thought of getting out of bed and doing anything right now caused your anxiety to spike once more. You had to calm down. You could feel yourself getting worked up and knew that eventually, your emotions would surface and spill over, but you had questions you needed answered first.Â
âHow did I get here?â you asked again, this time gesturing the bed. âLast I knew, I was with Nick.âÂ
Noah looked entirely uncomfortable once again, but he willfully pushed past his discomfort to answer you.Â
âWell, uh,â he said, his voice low and soft, as if not to startle you. âYou started vomiting. It got all over your clothes, so one of us had to remove them. I volunteered sinceâŠ,â he trailed off.Â
ââŠsince what?â you asked, not understanding what he was getting at. Thinking was still difficult. It was like your brain was trudging through mud to form thoughts.Â
âSince Iâd already seen you.âÂ
When his answer finally registered, you exhaled a deep, regretful breath. It was a truth you didnât want to remember or acknowledge. At the time youâd been excited, but now you were ashamed and embarrassed that youâd been so easy.Â
That was another conversation you needed to have with Noah. But not right at that moment.Â
âAngel, Iâm so sorry I didnâtâ,âÂ
ââI donât want to talk about it.â The words were out of your mouth before youâd even processed them, body once again going on autopilot. Noahâs face fell. âIâm sorry,â you followed up, softening. âWe can talk about it later. Just not right now.âÂ
He nodded. âI understand.â
âWhere are my clothes?â you asked.Â
âNick put them in the washer last night,â he said, standing up. âI can go check on them.âÂ
Perhaps he was eager to escape the discomfort that had settled between the two of you in the wake of all the events that had taken place, or perhaps he just wanted to do something for you. Either way, Noah got up and padded across the room, pausing at the door to make sure you were okay.Â
When you nodded, he slipped through the door, leaving you alone to process your thoughts.Â
As soon as he was gone, you felt like you could breathe again. You inhaled deeply, now free to think and feel without being observed by anyone, which was initially what you thought you wanted.Â
But without him as an anchor, intrusive thoughts crept in.Â
Godâs punishing you.Â
It came as a whisper in the back of your mind, and at first you brushed it offâa stray remnant thought leftover from all the time you were steeped in church culture.Â
But then it got louder.Â
You brought this on yourself, you know. This is whatâs waiting for you when you stray from the path of righteousness.Â
You squeezed your eyes shut. The thoughts were familiar. Ever since childhood, youâd had this voice in your head, but you knew what it was. It was the voice that arose any time you did something that someone else said was wrong, or anytime something bad happened. It was the one that said God was punishing you for some sin youâd committed.Â
You could tune the voice out now, though. You knew it was just anxiety.Â
Itâs not anxiety. Itâs a warning.Â
You swallowed, excess saliva having pooled on either side of your tongue. It wasnât a warning. Your brain was lying to you. Â
Youâre going to Hell if you keep acting like this.Â
You clenched your jaw. It was a lie.Â
Itâs not a lie.Â
Itâs a lie.Â
Your hands shook, and you struggled to catch your breath. Tears began leaking out. You hated feeling like this. This was the same feeling you used to get after every mistake. Any time you drifted from the narrow path laid out by the church.Â
Atone for your sins. Go back to church.Â
The shaking in your hands had progressed up your arms until it reached your chest, causing your breath to hitch, and you knew you were about to start crying. Not because you believed the voice, but because you couldnât get it to leave you alone.Â
Youâre going to Hell. If you donât go back to church and believe in what they tell you, youâre going to Hell. Youâll burn for your sins.Â
You rocked back and forth, clutching onto yourself as you spiraled. Visions of you burning in a lake of fire flashed before your eyes. Your skin prickled all over and you struggled to breathe. Â
You didnât register the door opening from across the room.Â
âYour clothes need more time to dryâŠoh shit!âÂ
You heard Noah bound across the room and before you knew it, his arms were around you and your head was buried into his chest.Â
âShhhh, itâs okay,â he said, stroking your back as he rocked you back and forth. âIâve got you.âÂ
The deep pressure was just enough to tether you to Noah. Solid, sturdy Noah who slowly pulled you back to the present. And though, at that moment, you wished it was anyone other than him holding you, you were still grateful.Â
âWhat happened?â he asked, once your breathing had slowed.Â
You shook your head, not even wanting to voice your thoughts, as if saying them aloud would make them more real. If he could just hold you for a while, that would be enough.Â
âOkay,â he said, clutching you tighter. âOkay, we donât have to talk.âÂ
You focused on your breathing, in for four counts. Hold for four. Out for four. Hold for four. Repeat. You latched on to the scent of spiced oilâthe scent you remembered fondly. You breathed it in deeply, allowing it to fill your nostrils and keep you grounded.Â
Your heart rate slowed. You pressed your forehead into the soft black cotton of the hoodie Noah wore, sliding your cheek over the fibers. You blinked back tears, eyes landing on a small hole near the pocket of the basketball shorts Noah wore.Â
Touch. Smell. Sight.
At least three out of your five senses were activated, and it was enough to pull you securely back to the present. The thoughts no longer consumed you, but they still lingered in your psyche and you were unable to fully relax.Â
With great effort, you cleared your throat.Â
âIâm going to say something,â you said. âI need you to tell me if itâs true.â Â
Noah squeezed your shoulder in affirmation. âOkay.âÂ
âI am not being punished for leaving the church.âÂ
Though you had been afraid that voicing your concerns would make them real, speaking them aloud had the opposite effectâyour fears reduced in size as soon as the words were out. Â
âJesus,â Noah remarked in disbelief, âIs that what you thought?âÂ
âTrue or false?âÂ
âNo, youâre not being punished for leaving the church,â he said with a sigh. âWhere is this coming from?âÂ
Noah pulled away to look at you and you struggled to meet his eyes, focusing still on the small rip in his shorts instead.Â
âItâs something I heard a lot growing up,â you confessed. âIf I turned away from God, Iâd find nothing but pain and misery.âÂ
You chanced a glance back up at Noah. He worried at his bottom lip, eyes focused on something on the ceiling and brows pulled together. His fingers tightened where they gripped your shoulder.Â
âDid I say something wrong?â
âNo,â said Noah, shaking his head. He situated himself against the wall so that he could sit comfortably next to you. You were touching at the knees and shoulders, and you wondered if he noticed as much as you did. Despite the anger and hurt you still had with him, you couldnât help but lean into him a little.Â
âItâs not you. It just bothers me how much they try to control people. And they donât care about the way it fucks them up.âÂ
 His words hit harsh and you flinched.Â
âI didnât mean it like that,â he said, looking over to you. His face was intimidatingly close. You tried to look up at him, but the eye contact was too intimate, so you wound up staring somewhere between the bottom of his nose and his upper lip. âI donât think youâre fucked up. I just hate that you have to worry about this. Youâve been through enough.âÂ
âThank you,â you said, and in the silence that followed, your thoughts began to settle. The knowledge that youâd been drugged was no longer too big for you to process. You were reaching a state of acceptance.Â
âI donât think you turned away from God, by the way,â said Noah. You looked up to see him quietly regarding you. This time the eye contact was tolerable.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
âYou said that the church told you that if you turned away from God, youâd find nothing but pain. I donât think you turned away from God. Maybe you turned away from the church, but not God.âÂ
You twisted his words around in your head, examining them as they worked to combat some of the negative thoughts in your head.Â
âI thought you didnât believe in God?â you asked.Â
It was Noahâs turn to look away. He sniffed once and tucked some hair behind his ear.
âYeah, wellâŠ,â he trailed off, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.Â
You let him avoid your question for the time being, but you couldnât help the corner of your mouth from quirking up, feeling as though youâd caught him in a moment of vulnerability he never meant for you to see.Â
âI should go,â you said, hoisting yourself up off the bed and stretching. âI need to get my purse.âÂ
âI can walk you,â Noah offered, mirroring your actions. âIâd feel better not leaving you alone.âÂ
You werenât planning on company. In fact, you could probably use some alone time to gather your thoughts, but being on better terms with Noah felt really good, and you wanted to enjoy it for a little longer before you got to work processing everything else that had happened, so you agreed.Â
Noah smiled, and you were greeted with his too-big front teeth. The sight of it ripped off the scab that had grown over the wound heâd left on your heart, leaving just enough space for him to crawl his way back in.Â
Uh oh. _____
That feeling stayed with you for the rest of the day, and you wished it wouldnât. It was much easier when youâd written him off as a player and could focus on your self-discovery without thinking about him. Now that heâd weaseled his way back into your life, you were more confused than ever.Â
Rather than try to sort out exactly how you felt, however, you decided to distract yourself with Ava. As soon as you got back to your room and charged your phone, you were hit with several alarmed texts from her.Â
Ava: 3:08 AM: OMG Nick just told me what happened!!!! Are you okay?!?!?!Â
Ava: 3:22 AM: Text me as soon as you get this!Â
Ava: 10:55 AM: Girl! Where are you?!?!Â
Rather than text her back, you pressed the call button. When she answered, she sounded frenzied.
âOh my God, where have you been?!â Her voice through the phone speaker came out tinny and shrill and you had to flinch away from the phone, head still pounding from the after-effects of the drug. As if she sensed sheâd had a bad start, she immediately lowered her voice. âSorry, I donât mean to yell. Are you okay?âÂ
âIâm okay,â you said softly. âMy head hurts, but Iâm fine. I could use some company though. Are you busy?âÂ
âWhat do you need?â she asked. âAre you at your dorm? Want me to bring food?âÂ
âJust company,â you said, sighing back into your mattress. âThatâs it.âÂ
âIâm already on my way.âÂ
_____
Ava arrived fifteen minutes later with a massive duffel bag. Once she greeted you with a hug, she got to work pulling out various comfort items sheâd brought with her.Â
Within thirty seconds, your desk was covered in an array of face masks, bottles of coconut water, electrolyte drinks, painkillers, and several snacks, both salty and sweet.Â
âI also brought this in case you felt like doing a hair-of-the-dog,â she said, pulling a bottle of champagne out from the bottom of the duffel.Â
It was a lot. You probably could have anticipated that sheâd go to such lengths to make you feel better, but her energy was too intense for you to digest.Â
âThanks,â you said, scanning the contents of the table and grabbing a bottle of coconut water.Â
As abrasive as her energy was, she was right. As soon as you took the first few sips of coconut water, you started to feel better.Â
Ava, to her credit, quickly picked up on the fact that you werenât responding favorably to her energy and stayed quiet after that, allowing you to take in everything for a few moments. âHow are you?â she said after youâd taken your first few sips. This time, her voice was soft and tender.Â
âIâm okay,â you assured. âA little roughed up, but I think Iâll be fine.â You wanted to tell her that Noah helped talk you through it, but thought better of it. She might latch onto that detail and make it into a bigger deal than it was, and honestly you didnât feel like answering questions regarding whatever was going on between you and Noah.Â
âWant to talk about it?â she asked, helping herself to a seat on your bed.Â
Sitting beside her, you offered a noncommittal shrug. âWhat all did Nick tell you?âÂ
âNot much,â she said, taking the bottle of champagne off your nightstand and twisting the cork out with a satisfying pop. She took a careful sip of it before offering it to you.Â
âNo thanks,â you said, holding up a palm.Â
âHe just told me that thereâd been an incident, and youâd been slipped something. That he and Noah were taking care of you and that Noah beat the guy up.âÂ
Your eyes snapped up to meet hers. âNoah beat him up?â you asked. This was news to you.Â
She blinked, tilting her head at you. âYeah,â she said, eyebrows furrowed. âDid you talk to him at all?âÂ
You knew you wouldnât be able to avoid this conversation forever, but you had hoped you could hold out a little longer. That was the problem with being known as well as Ava knew youâyou couldnât hide from her for long.Â
âWe talked,â you said. âHe didnât mention anything like that.âÂ
âWhat did you talk about?â she asked, regarding you with careful and practiced neutrality.Â
Ava had an opinion she wasnât sharing and you knew it. She was putting you on the spot to see if her opinion was correct.Â
âHe just helped me process everything,â you said, training your voice to match the neutrality of her face.Â
She took another sip of champagne, savored it in her mouth for a moment and then swallowed. âAnything else?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âAh,â she said, nodding.
âOut with it,â you said, growing impatient. Better to just rip the band-aid off.Â
âDo you know what you want with Noah?â she asked, words coming out rushed, as if pressure had been building up behind them.Â
âNo,â you said firmly. âAnd Iâd rather not torture myself trying to figure it out.âÂ
Her eyes held the same concern that Noahâs had that morning, as if you were a fragile, delicate flower in danger of being crushed.Â
âYou know Iâm here to talk about it if you need,â she said. You could tell it was coming from a place of concern, but if you knew Ava as well as she knew you, it was also coming from a place of curiosity, and wanting to ease the tension of not knowing what was going to happen.Â
âI understand your concern,â you said. âYou donât want me to get hurt again.âÂ
âI donât,â she said, wrapping her arms around you, and the gesture contained an unspoken apology for pressing a matter you clearly didnât want to discuss.Â
She was sweet though, and you knew it came from a good place, so you relented.Â
âHe tried to bring up what happened, but I said I didnât want to discuss it at the time.âÂ
She gave you a firm squeeze, causing the champagne to slosh against the side of the bottle. âDo you think you will in the future?âÂ
âYeah,â you said. âProbably sooner rather than later. Just not right now. Iâm too tired,â you said, punctuating it with a yawn.Â
âI bet,â she said.Â
âCan we talk about something easier?â you asked, slumping against the headboard. âHow was your time with Hera?âÂ
âWe, uhâŠ,â she trailed off, bashful smile playing on her lips. Your jaw fell open. âDid youâŠ?âÂ
The smile grew into her full, toothy grin and a flush crept over her cheeks.Â
âShut up! How was it?â you asked, grateful for the change in subject.Â
âIt was amazing,â she said, stars in her eyes as she stared dreamily off into a corner of the room. She sighed, likely still picturing it, before launching into a detailed explanation of how her night had consisted of a slow flirtation that had quickly grown into a banter and culminated in Hera kissing her once theyâd gotten back to her dorm, which then led to Ava spending the night and âlosing her lesbian virginityâ as sheâd put it. Â
You smiled, relaxing into the pillows of your bed and observing her as she spoke animatedly about her evening, lighting up from within, and you couldnât remember ever seeing her this happy. You hadnât spent much time with Hera, but if she made Ava this happy, she was someone you wanted to get to know more.Â
âSo whoâs better in bed,â you asked after she was done. âNick or Hera?âÂ
âHera, for sure,â she said. âBut Nick could give her a run for her money. The man knows what heâs doing.âÂ
âOh my God,â you said, sitting up. âI forgot to tell you. Nick and I made out!âÂ
âWhat?!â she squealed, half-spilling the bag of sour cream and cheddar chips that the two of you had been sharing. âWhy didnât you mention it earlier?!âÂ
âI kind of forgot,â you admitted. âA lot happened, but yeah.âÂ
âWho moved first?â she asked, picking up the chips sheâd spilled and popping them into her mouth one by one.Â
âHe did. We were dancing and then he pulled me in and kissed me,â you confessed, âI wasnât expecting it at all.â  You plucked the half-drunk bottle of champagne off the nightstand next to you and took a careful swig. Your headache had finally subsided, but you were still feeling some leftover brain fog.Â
âHow was it?â she asked, tearing off the foil edge of a face mask pack and sliding the mask out.Â
You shrugged, grabbing a mask for yourself while she smoothed hers onto her cheeks. âIt was fun, I guess. The whole night was sort of a blur by that point.âÂ
âDid you talk to him at all after? What did he say?â she asked. She poured some of the leftover serum from the packet out into her palms and began smoothing it over her chest and arms.Â
âI didnât, actually. He was still asleep when I left. Oh wait!,â you said, fetching your phone from where it was still connected to the charger. âI think I have a text from him.âÂ
âWhat does it say?!âÂ
You tapped on it a few timesâthe residue from your mask smearing over the screen and making it difficult to open. âHeâs asking if he can come overâŠor well, he was asking. That was a couple of hours ago.â
âWhat are you going to say?â she asked.Â
âIâm having fun just us,â you said, fingers already busy texting a reply. âBut Iâm inviting him over tomorrow after my Lit final.âÂ
âI should probably study for those, by the way,â she said, but she made no move to get up.Â
You raised an eyebrow, feeling the sheet mask crinkle with the movement.Â
âIâll be fine,â she said, waving your concerns away. âI only have one actual final. The rest are projects Iâve already finished.âÂ
You also felt confident that you knew the material enough that you could pass without too much studying. Besides, a good nightâs sleep was probably going to help you pass more than pouring over your textbooks would.Â
âHow do you feel about what happened last night before everything went down?â Ava asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. âDid you have a fun time with Nick?âÂ
âI did,â you said. There was something you needed to admit to yourself, however, and probably to Ava as well.Â
âCan you tell me more?â she pressed.Â
You took a large sip of champagne to stall while you worked up the nerve. Too big, in fact: the carbonation compressed the neck of the bottle, causing bubbles to shoot up your nose and out of your mouth, coating your face in the sticky beverage.Â
Ava couldnât help but laugh at your clumsiness and you followed suit. After using the corner of your duvet to wipe your face, you discarded the soiled face mask into the trash and sighed, struggling to meet Avaâs eyes because you knew what you were about to confess.Â
âTruth is,â you said, âpart of me was hoping Iâd lose my virginity last night.âÂ
Avaâs mouth fell open, shock etched across her face. âWhat?! With Nick? I thought you didnât want to.âÂ
You hid your face in your palms, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. âI didnât,â you said. âBut thenâŠ,âÂ
âSay no more,â she said. âI get it. Heâs very disarming. It didnât take long for me to hop on that train either.âÂ
You relaxed, glad Ava understood what you meant. âYes! Exactly, and it doesnât even feel like a trick. I think heâs genuine about it.âÂ
âHe is,â she said, nodding. âHe took care of me the whole time. Now Iâm bummed you didnât get to.âÂ
You sighed. âItâs probably for the best,â you said.Â
âWhyâs that?â Ava asked, peeling her own mask off and tossing it into the trash.Â
âI donât know,â you said. âI just get the feeling it wouldnât have solved my problem.âÂ
âWhat problem, specifically?â she asked. It was a good question, but one you didnât know the exact answer to. It lingered in the back of your headâa sort of quiet discontent and sense of unease. You knew it was related to the church, and had something to do with your sexuality, but couldnât quite articulate what it was.
_____
âHey,â said Nick as soon as you opened the door. You stepped aside to allow him more room. âHard to believe itâs only been two days since I was in here last.âÂ
He was referring to the dĂ©cor, which youâd purchased that morning and had spent the last two hours hanging up. It wasnât anything fancyâjust a few items you found at a bargain store a few blocks from campus, but it made your room a little warmer than the barren wasteland it had been after youâd torn down all of your church-related posters.Â
âThanks,â you said, stepping further into the room. âHow are you?âÂ
Nick spun around to face you, tilting his head to the side. âIâm good, thanks for asking. Iâm more concerned about how you are though.âÂ
You took a deep breathâsomething youâd been doing a lot of lately, and softened. âIâm okay,â you said. âYesterday was kind of rough, but Iâve done a lot of processing and I think Iâll be fine.âÂ
Nick searched your face for any sign of dishonesty and after finding none, he visibly relaxed, lips pulling up into a soft smile. âThatâs good,â he said. âIâve been kicking myself for the last two days for allowing you to get into a situation like that. I feel like I failed you.âÂ
Your eyebrows pulled together. âNick, you didnât fail me,â you said, moving across the room to sit cross-legged on your bed. Following your lead, Nick pulled the chair out from your desk and spun it to face you, sitting comfortably. âI donât think itâs reasonable to expect you to predict every possible scenario and prevent it from happening. You did your best.âÂ
His lower lip jutted out from his face in a pout. âI still wish I could have stopped it.âÂ
âI know,â you said. âMe too. But these things happen. It sucks that they do, but you did a good job. As soon as you noticed something, you stepped in.âÂ
âNoah stepped in,â he corrected.Â
You scowled, not about the fact that Noah was there, but because he wasnât giving himself enough credit. âAre you going to make me comfort you all evening? Donât make this harder than it has to be.âÂ
He breathed out half a snort. âI like when you check me.â
âI know,â you said, picking at the pilling on your flannel pajama bottoms, âconsidering Iâm always having to do it.âÂ
You looked up to find him unguarded, looking back at you with genuine fondness and the two of you shared a moment of warm sincerity. You really did like Nick, which made the conversation you were about to have with him all the more irksome.Â
You sucked in air through your teeth. âNickâŠ,â you started.Â
âHold on,â he said, raising a palm to interject. âI have a feeling I know what youâre going to say, and I want to say something first.âÂ
You nodded, gesturing for him to go on.Â
âIâm not going to apologize for kissing you, because I really did want to. And I enjoyed it.âÂ
Your face twisted into a look of surprise, not expecting the turn in conversation.Â
âBut,â he continued, âit probably didnât make things easier for you with Noah the next morning, and for that, I am sorry. I hope it wasnât too awkward.âÂ
âWe didnât even talk about it,â you said. âDoes Noah know we kissed?â Your stomach folded in on itself, chest seizing up at the idea. You had to manually relax your muscles, reminding yourself that youâd done nothing wrong.Â
Nick looked uncomfortable, eyes scanning over your bedspread rather than meeting your face and he drummed his fingers nervously on his knee. âYeah,â he admitted.Â
You steadied your breathing, eyes flicking up to the ceiling in search of some sort of answer for how you should proceed. âWhat did he say?âÂ
âHe wasnât exactly happy,â said Nick, smoothing his hands over his jeans. âWe talked about it though, and I think heâs good. If he didnât bring it up to you yesterday morning, he probably isnât going to.âÂ
âOkay,â you said, nodding to yourself. âOkay, I can work with that.âÂ
âHave to talked to him since?â he asked. His eyebrows disappeared under the rim of his black beanie and you could see on his face just how much he cared for you and Noah, and how much it ate at him to think heâd caused problems.Â
âNo,â you said, not enjoying how the answer felt coming out. âI know I should, but Iâve been taking some space. Wanting to sort some things out in my head.âÂ
âI can respect that,â said Nick.Â
He waited for a few minutes, quietly regarding you as you checked in with yourself to see how you were feeling about the situation.Â
You knew you needed to talk to Noah. Over the last twenty four hours, youâd opened up the text thread that you had with him, typed out a few words, sighed, and closed it again without sending anything on several different occasions. Nothing felt right.Â
âHowâs he doing?â you asked.Â
âHeâs fine,â Nick said, but the slight shift in energy on his end led you to believe that it was more complicated than that.Â
âAre you guys okay?â you asked.Â
âYeah,â he said. âWe talked about it. I explained everything and he said he understood. Heâs not mad at either of us. He knows he fucked up and has no right to be upset.âÂ
âI think heâs allowed to be upset, just not with us.âÂ
âRight,â Nick said, nodding. âHeâs frustrated by the situation, but he doesnât have any resentment.âÂ
You let out a long, slow breath. âThatâs good,â you said.Â
A few beats passed, both of you knowing what needed to be discussed next, but neither wanting to bring it up.Â
When the tension grew too thick, you finally spoke up. âSo about the kiss,â you said.Â
âI didnât mean anything by it,â he said, words coming out rushed.Â
You nodded. âI didnât think you did, but I wanted to make sure.âÂ
Nick stood up, walking over to your bed and with a twitch of his eyebrows, wordlessly asking for permission to sit next to you. You nodded. He sat facing you, tucking his legs underneath him. âI really liked kissing you,â he said.Â
You flushed, not used to someone being so direct.Â
âBut Noah is one of my best friends. And youâre quickly becoming someone important to me as well,â he continued, placing a gentle hand on your knee for emphasis. âI donât want to fuck with either of your happiness. As much as I hate it, we probably canât do that again.âÂ
You chuckled, placing your hand over his and squeezing it. âI know,â you said. âItâs probably for the best.âÂ
âCan I ask you something though?â he said, leaning towards you in earnest.Â
âSure.âÂ
âIn an alternate universe where youâd never met Noah and hadnât been brought up in the church,â he began and you smiled, already guessing where this was going, âwhat do you think would have happened.âÂ
You bit your bottom lip, debating on whether or not to be honest with him, but your smile betrayed you. âI think you know.âÂ
He beamed at you, glee radiating off of him. âThatâs all I needed to know,â he said.Â
âWhat about you?â you asked. âWould you have?âÂ
âOh, in a heartbeat,â he said, needing no time to think it over. He brought his other hand to your leg, palms gently squeezing your thighs to emphasize his point.Â
Your eyes flicked from where his hands rested on your legs back up to his face and there were only a few times you could ever recall anyone looking at you with the desire that was etched across Nickâs face.Â
You could see it. A world where you and Nick met under different circumstances. As you scanned his face, you could feel the pull of him. Your eyes were drawn to his lower lip and it was reeling you in like a fish that had taken the bait.Â
It was a soft pull, though. One that youâd have entertained had you never gotten close with Noah and didnât have religious trauma to work through before you could consider being intimate with anyone else.Â
You sat up straight, not realizing that during the course of the conversation, youâd been inching towards Nick, and he followed your lead, removing his hands from your thighs, though he still watched your face like he was considering throwing caution to the wind and going for what he wanted.Â
You rolled your shoulders, shaking off the heady cloud of lust that had settled over the two of you.Â
âThanks,â you said. âIâm not sure I trust myself with that kind of stuff yet.âÂ
Nick blinked back a few times, likely also still pulling back from his desire. âYeah,â he said, sighing the word out. âYeah, itâs not the easiest thing to navigate, especially for someone so new to it.âÂ
An unexpected wave of disappointment washed over you. It was small, but not insignificant, and you realized just how difficult it was to say no to temptation. Not that you were concerned about the sin of it. It was just the realization that sometimes what you wanted went against your better judgement, and that choosing the right thing came with its own set of consequences.Â
âIâm gonna have to talk to Noah soon, arenât I?âÂ
Nick nodded, swallowing thickly as the last bit of desire released him from its clutches. âI think you do.âÂ
And with that, you and Nick were back to platonic companions. It was bittersweet, but it was also the right move, and both of you knew it.Â
Besides, you had a feeling the upcoming conversation with Noah was going to be complicated enough. No need to throw another wrench into it.Â
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A/N: Okay so I know the ending wasn't my best, but I was on a deadline and just wanted to get this chapter out so we could get to the NEXT chapter, which is where the real meat of the story is.
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Secret Admirer
Title: Secret Admirer
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: You've been trying to figure out who keeps leaving you little notes and gifts. Despite everyone else knowing, you keep denying the obvious answer.
Word Count: 1721
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A/N: This will probably be the only thing I write for Reid. I'm not super into him but when the List Randomizer spat out secret admirer I weirdly thought of him. I plan on trying to write a bunch of different characters from a bunch of different fandoms. Just whoever pops into my head I guess. Two will probably be posted Friday.
You arenât sure when you noticed it. Maybe it was the fact that your desk was always clean. Maybe it was the little extra things that started to appear. Slowly but surely, you realized you had someone who was leaving you gifts and notes. You had a secret admirer.
Despite your efforts, no one on the team would say anything. For several weeks, you pressed the issue with the other BAU members, yet no one cracked. In fact, you were teased about being unable to figure it out. How could a member of the BAU not figure out their mystery admirer?
âCome on Garcia! I know you know. You have to tell me,â you plead with the tech genius. âYouâve literally been avoiding me. I know you know.â
She lets out a squeak before running to the safety of her lair. Morgan is giving you a smirk and shaking his head. Despite your scowl, he chooses to tease you.
âCome on, (L/N), canât you figure it out? Who could be this mystery man leaving you gifts and fancy letters?â He laughs as he pokes the latest gift, a small stuffed version of your favorite animal.
âHey, leave my new son out of this. What did he ever do to you?â you grumble, pulling it closer to you. âI didnât even realize someone remembered such a little detail.â
âMaybe that means itâs been a long time crush.â
At that moment, Reid sets his bag down and takes a seat at his desk. You think you see Morganâs grin get wider, but itâs hard to tell given how wide his smile usually is. Itâs a picture perfect smile.
âThatâs a relatively cute stuffed animal. Iâve actually been reading up on that one recently if youâd like to know more,â he offers. âOnly if youâre interested of course.â
Reid gives you his charming boyish smile. It goes well with demeanor and you canât help but find it cute.
âAs long as youâre willing to leave out the creepy facts. I donât even remember telling anyone my favorite animal,â you say with a smile. âWho would remember such a little detail?â
Morgan chimes back in, âMaybe someone with a perfect memory. Like what the kid has.â
You sigh. âReid seems to like highly intelligent women with PhDs. I may be smart, but Iâm not smart enough.â
Before anyone can protest, Hotch calls you all to the conference room for a case. While youâre sure Reid is nice enough to help whoever has a crush on you, you doubt youâd be his type. Maybe Reid is the perfect person to question about the mystery man.
â-
âReid, (L/N), you two stay here and look through the papers,â Hotch orders before leaving the precinct.
You frown. Whatâs the point of having you here? Reid can read faster than you can. Itâs almost like youâre just here for moral support in case he gets tired.
âWell now I feel useless,â you groan. âWhat am I even supposed to do?â
Reid doesnât look up as he speaks. âMaybe today youâre our mascot. After all, mascots are supposed to be cute.â
You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. âNot all mascots are cute. Recognizable is definitely more important than cute. Besides, am I really that cute?
âI meant to say that compared to Morgan, youâre cute.â Reid buries his head further into the papers.
You ponder for a moment. âWell, youâve got some charm. Morgan has the charm of heâs good with women so thatâs why he gets hit on. Hotch is mature and a leader so thatâs why women are into him. Youâre cute though. Youâve got this soft sort of shyness that makes you adorable.â
You donât catch Reidâs reply. His face is completely hidden behind various files. Maybe heâs just embarrassed, given that heâs always been a bit bad with taking compliments. That doesnât stop you from thinking that itâs adorable.
âSpeaking of your charms. I like the fact that youâve got a good memory. You wouldnât happen to know whoâs got a crush on me, would you?â
He doesnât look up. âI can pass along a message if youâd like.â
âWell then, I suppose you should tell this guy to ask me out. I can say for certain that if heâs this considerate, that heâs already got my interest.â
âIâll do that,â he mumbles before handing you a file. âTake a look at this. I think Iâve found what weâve been missing.â
â-
You peer into the lecture hall. It took some convincing, but you have successfully dragged J.J. to one of Lewisâ classes. You gesture vaguely into the room.
âSee! Thatâs what normal Reid is. Dorky jokes, random facts, and the rambling on for ages is what makes him Reid. Thatâs not what heâs like around me anymore,â you hiss.
She makes a face and shakes her head. âSo you have a different Reid? I donât think heâs been replaced (L/N). Maybe youâre thinking about it too hard.â
You scoff. âNo Iâm not. Reid just seems so nervous around me. Did I do something? He barely looks at me anymore.â
With a shrug, she leads you away. âHave you tried asking him?â
You toss your empty coffee cup in a trash can. Part of you wants to throw up your hands and be done. Why is everyone treating this like itâs normal? No one is giving you any answers.
âOf course I have J.J. It would be weirder if I hadnât. He clearly knows something about this secret admirer of mine, but wonât tell.â
J.J. pats your arm comfortingly. âMaybe itâs because heâs your secret admirer. Perhaps you need to ask him out.â
âYeah sure. Iâll ask him out once I have the evidence that heâs the person leaving me these gifts.â
J.J. raises her eyebrows as she drinks from her coffee. Her face says she has other thoughts, but she wonât press the matter further. Your gut tells you to trust her, but youâd rather not make a fool of yourself. Sure, she knows Reid better than you do, but Reid can be difficult to read.
â-
After reading the latest note, you search your desk for your stapler. Youâve been stapling the date and time to each note before tucking it in your desk. However, itâs missing.
You let out a groan. This isnât the first time itâs been in the wrong spot, and youâre sick of it. You opt to beg Garcia to look at the camera footage to see whoâs been using it.
âHey Garcia? Can you please pull up the footage of my desk this morning? Someoneâs been using my stapler, and today they stole it,â you grumble with a scowl. âWhoever took it is going to get some very strong words.â
As she speeds through the footage, you watch the people who got there before you. At first, you see Reid pause at your desk and fiddle with something. You note that heâs the only person in the office at the time, but after he pulls away, you see your stapler still on the desk.
The next person to stop at your desk is Morgan. He pulls your stapler off your desk and staples his paperwork together as he heads to Hotchâs office. He never sets it back on your desk.
âGarcia? Can you please get my stapler from that idiot?â
She laughs. âHas he been using your stapler this whole time? He said there wasnât any more in the supply room.â
You shake your head. âYou like him so much, you can retrieve my stolen goods from him.â
Garcia nods. âIâm on it. You can count on me.â
You leave her to her planning. You donât comment on the fact that Reid had been at your desk. If you ask her about it, sheâll just leave you alone to go get your stapler. This is enough evidence for you though. Itâs time to confront Reid.
Thankfully, heâs made his way to the conference room to look for something. You sneak in behind him and stand between him and the door.
âSo, what did you need from my desk this morning?â
You watch him jump and spin around. He looks shocked, but quickly covers it up.
âIâm not sure what youâre talking about, (L/N).â
You frown. âI found out my stapler was missing. Garcia showed me the footage and before it went missing, you were at my desk. What did you do?â
Reid opens and closes his mouth a few times. He doesnât look at you. His hands keep fiddling with whatever heâs holding.
âForget about it, Iâm sure there was just some trash leftover that you cleaned up.â
He swallows hard. âYeah. I didnât want you to have to worry about it.â
You give him a smile. âThanks. Actually, Iâve been meaning to ask you about something else. The others seem to think Iâm just talking myself out of it, but I think I can't put it off any longer.â
You make your way towards him, your smile still plastered on your face. You can tell heâs even more nervous now.
âReid, are you my secret admirer?â
This time, Reid looks you in the eyes. You hear his breath hitch in his throat.
âWhat if I am?â
Youâre a bit taken aback. Despite the determination you had walking into this, you arenât sure what to say.
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
Your voice is a whisper now. It feels like some sort of dream. Itâs almost like if you talk too loud, this whole thing will shatter and youâll be left in pieces.
âI didnât think youâd like me back. Your type just didnât seem to include me.â
Reid hesitantly pushes a strand of hair out of your face.
âYouâre more my type than you realize.â
âThen do you want to get dinner tonight?â
Now youâre the one who's acting nervous. Your palms are sweaty. Itâs more difficult to breathe. You canât help but bite your lip.
âIâd like that. If youâre willing to get dinner with me.â
Reid leans down, and gives you a quick kiss. It barely lasts a second, but you can feel your skin heat up. When he pulls away, he stays close.
âI wouldnât miss it.â
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Behind Closed Doors | Fezco
Description: youâre with Fezco in bed when Rue shows up and bangs on his door. Set in Euphoria season 1, episode 3
Pairing: Fezco x Female!Reader
A/N: The moment I first saw this scene, I knew I wanted to write something with it, but I never got around to it until now. Gif isn't mine - all credit to the creator. Enjoy xo
Warnings: drug mentions, addiction
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The sound of a fist banging on the door to Fezcoâs house shook you out of your nap. âMm, what is it, Fez?â You asked, still sleepy, stretching and turning over to face him.
âI donât know.â Fez sighed, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. âMaybe theyâll go away if we wait long enough.â
The incessant banging continued and after a few more seconds, your boyfriend let out an annoyed grunt and shifted to get out of bed. You watched, a lazy smile on your face as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on. âBe right back.â
You didnât necessarily try to hear, but the walls in the house could be thin so it wasnât hard to eavesdrop on conversations.Â
âWho is it?â You heard Fezco ask as he walked into the living room. The door squeaked as he opened it, and you could only imagine who was on the other side. One of his clients, no doubt. âNot today, Rue. Sorry.â
Rue. Your chest constricted at hearing the younger girlâs name. Youâd seen her around school before youâd graduated, and had met her a couple times since whenever she showed up asking for drugs. From the rumors, her drug habit was one of the worst out of all of Fezcoâs clients, and that was seriously saying something.
âCâmon man, donât be a dick.â The window was open, a fact you hadnât realized until now, and you could hear the hurt in her strung-out voice.
âNah, Iâm serious. You canât come in.â
You and Fezco had just been talking about how he wanted to set firmer boundaries with his clients and you knew this was going to be one of the hardest. He saw Rue like a little sister, and always took special care when it came to her - any other girl would be jealous of the relationship, but you saw it for what it was: guilt mixed with some fucked up version of platonic love. When the news broke that Rue had been carted off to rehab after a very nasty OD where she almost died, Fezco had been inconsolable for almost a week. Ashtray had done a majority of the deals that week and you still werenât sure what heâd told the buyers.
âLook, man, all I- all I need is just a few OCs-â
âSorry, I canât help you.â
âFez? Fez? Iâve had a really fucked up day, alright? Itâs been a really really fucked up day, so I need you to open the door for me, okay? Can you open the door, please?â The desperation in her voice had tears pricking the back of your eyes. You knew that tone of voice well, memory taking you back to your dead, alcoholic mother when sheâd beg you to go buy booze with the fake sheâd had made for you specifically for that purpose. Addiction was a hell of a drug.
âI ainât gonâ help you kill yourself, Rue.â His silence was deafening. âIâm sorry but you canât be cominâ over here no more. Just go home.â
âDonât! Fez, donât close the-â you heard the click of the door. âFuck! Fez-â Rue banged her fist against the storm door, âopen the fucking door, please? Iâm begging you, just open the door.â In a flash, you were off your feet and heading down to the front door. When you got there, all you could see was his back, his forehead resting on the now-closed door. You wasted no time, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek in-between his shoulder blades as you held him tight. He took a shuddering inhale, bracing himself for Rueâs next words.
âFez! Youâre full of shit, man. You know you make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers, and now all of a sudden you wanna have a fucking moral high ground?! Youâre a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? Youâre a fucking dropout drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. OPEN THE DOOR! Fuck you! Fuck you Fez okay? Are you doing this because you care about me ? If you gave a shit about me you wouldnât have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place but you did! You fucking did so open the goddamn door! Open the door!â
During Rueâs rant, Fez had turned around, his eyes meeting yours in one of the most tortured expressions youâd ever seen on his face. You hugged him again, your arms winding around his neck as you let him bury his face in the crook of your neck.Â
âI canât do it-â He whispered against your skin, and you couldnât fathom how Rue had heard him, but she responded like she had.
âOpen the door, open the door, open the door!â The silence was heartbreaking, but you were currently torn between comforting Fez and fighting Rue for what sheâd said to him even though you knew it was no use when an addict was like this. âOpen the door. You did this to me! You fucking- you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life. The least you could do is open the goddamn door! Iâm so serious Iâm so fucking serious. If you donât open this door right now I swear to god, I will hate you til the day I fucking die.â
âIïżœïżœm sorry.â
She let out a heart-wrenching wail and smacked her fists against the storm door. âYou fucking did this to me! Open the door! Open the door, Fez! Câmon manâŠâ
Wordlessly, you took Fezâs hand and led him back to the bedroom, the sound of Rue banging on the door for far too long until she tired herself out and left.
The two of you had laid in silence and you waited without expectation until he began to speak. âI justâŠdonât know how to help her, ya know?â Fez murmured, staring up at the ceiling.Â
âSheâs an addict, Fez. And youâre a dealer. You canât control what she does and you have to let her fail on her own. It sucks but thereâs only so much you can do.â
âI know.â He sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. âThank you for being here.â After a while, Fez finally fell asleep in your arms, his breathing finally evening out after an exhausting encounter. You tucked him into bed, curling up into his side as you tried to get some sleep of your own.
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EXES? EXES.
in which you and miles are over, but he can't seem to leave you alone
"why are you in my house."
your voice left no room for jokes as you crossed your arms over your chest, almost glaring at the boy who has just entered your window.
it was coming up to two weeks since yours and miles break up. you had finally had enough with him ghosting you, and not committing to his promises and had constantly threatened to find someone better. so you finally went through with your empty threats and dumped him.
the soft glow of the moon caught his eyes briefly as he turned to look at you with an uncharacteristically soft look in his eyes. "missed you, ma"
"not your 'ma'," you put space in between you as he tried to move closer. "and you don't get to miss me, miles. you blew your chance."
he sighed, still trying to get close to you. "how many more times can i apologise," his heartbeat quickened when you allowed him to get more than 2 meters. "i want to make things right for us."
two weeks worth of missing him hit you at once and you felt emotionally overloaded as his warm hands held yours. "will you at least let me hold you again?"
his hand tucked the hair out of your face and held your cheek delicately. you mentally cursed yourself for leaning into his touch.
"i'm so upset with you," your voice cracked as you spoke, though your actions contradicted your words. "but i do miss you too."
a sigh of relief left his lips.
"you're not in the clear though, morales." a sharp inhale from him. "you keep ghosting me like I'm your side chick."
he pecks your forehead, testing how far you'll allow him to go. "don't be silly mami, i'on got no other girls but you. I'll explain everything to you as soon as i can, promise."
he pulls back, eyes scanning your face as if to commit it to memory. slowly, he leans forward to leave one more soft kiss on your lips.
"you're the only girl for me, alright?" he let his hands drop to his sides as he turned to leave your bedroom. "just wait for me, I'll come back for you, always."
you nodded your head, watching the boy climb out the same window he had broken in. now all that's left to wait until he shows up at your window again, which will probably be tomorrow.
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RETURN - PT 4
summary: five years ago he left you. left you alone with nothing but memories of your love. so how dare he come back now?
contents: 1k words (very short), fem!reader,
authors note: i am so so so sorry it has taken me so long, and this chapter is so short but i need to figure out more BUT i needed to give you smthn @cinetrix made the header pic, he looks so delicious yumyum
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The Omatikaya said that the river washes away your worries much like the calming embrace of a mother. A comforting stroke just like the rushing water running across your body.
So that is exactly where you went to escape. To let yourself float in the water. Letting it run across your face momentarily so you could indulge in the beautiful feeling.
It is a place you have found yourself go to more often. Your shared tent with Vaâtep growing with more and more tension each day.
It wasnât as if there had been a fight between the two of you. But Vaâtep had grown bitter. Mean looks and hushed hisses. For a man of great status he had the emotional maturity of a toddler.
He knew about the mending connection between you and Neteyam. Anyone could see the rekindling flames burning between the two of you. It was angering for him.
To think that you could embarrass him like this. As is you were not his. Not Neteyamâs. No that ship had sailed.
And those growing furies within Vaâtep shoved you far away. Far into this river, and further into Neteyamâs heart.
âWhat are you doing?â His voice was soft, so sweet yet deep. It erupted fire within you, one that not even the water surrounding you could put out.
Sitting up in a slight shock, your legs resting on the harsh ground below the water. âI was relaxing.â
âYou can continueâ He chuckled, submerging himself in the water beside you. âWhat have you been doing today? I didnât seen you in camp this morning.â
You shrugged in response, sitting up beside him. âIâve been here all day.â
âHm? Any reason?â Neteyam knew you were feeling down. He could see it in your sunken shoulders and slight frown.
âJustâŠdidnât want to be there.â A vague response only probing Neteyam to ask more questions.
âBe honest with meâŠâ He whispered, his slender hand touching yours with a comforting gaze.
With a long hesitant silence you looked into Neteyamâs eyes, your own glazed with tears. âIt is Vaâtep⊠itâs unbearable living with him.â
âWhat do you meanâŠ?â Neteyam asked, his hands pulling you closer to him. âWhat is he doing?â
You caressed his hand. âHeâs justâŠheâs so hostile. Being with you like thisâŠIt is hurting him.â
Neteyam scoffed. âThe only thing it hurts is his pride. Which I will hurt more if he doesnât grow up.â You shook your head as Neteyam tilted your chin to gaze up at him. âWhenever you are readyâŠWe can approach him. Iâm not letting you suffer with him for this long.â
âYou let me suffer long enough.â Whenever you brought up Neteyamâs five year long absence it leaves a sting in both of your hearts. But Eywa was Neteyam doing everything in his power, with all his might to get back to how you were before. It was his one goal to recover the heart he tore apart.
âI will never let you suffer again. Please my sevin (pretty), let me help you.â He was so close to you, hands grazing your thighs, begging to bring you chest to chest.
You froze. You want nothing more than to let yourself let him into your heart. But there was moral turmoil running through you every time his soft fingers grazed your skin. âI want you to.. I really do. But-â You stopped yourself letting out a loud sigh.
âBut?â Neteyam looked at you, stare full of love. âI will fight anyone who gets in our way. It is my fault Vaâtep is promised to you. I will get you out of this.â
âNeteyamâŠâ It was hushed, struggling and scratching to escape your throat. He nodded eagerly. âI cannot face my parentsâŠI cannot be their only daughter who defies their wishes.â
âThey wouldnât wish for you to be unhappy.â You simply shook your head.
âI canât- NeteyamâŠI donât know what to doâ You started to tear up, lips quivering as Neteyam gasped.
âHeyâŠhey. Itâs okayâŠIâll sort this out.â Neteyam hushed you, bringing you into his embrace, the lake sloshing around your bodies as his hands soothed your back. âIâll make everything okay.â
And he vowed to do so.
It was a couple days after, you cried in his arms. He hadnât talked to you since, you were avoiding him due to embarrassment.
He understood, it was taking you a lot to open up to him like this after all these years. And he would do everything in his power to make sure he can make you feel comfortable and safe with him forever.
Neteyam had only had restless nights. He couldnât shake away the thoughts of you being with Vaâtep and how miserable you were with him. He wanted you to be happy whether that was single or with Neteyam. Preferably, with him.
But while he lay still, his hammock rocking him gently to the rhythm of the breeze, an idea finally hit him. He understood the only reason Vaâtep was to mate with you was because it was your parents. And the only reason Vaâtep stayed with you was because of his pride and his ego.
What if Neteyam were to take it away from him? To make it so that Vaâtep is no longer the most honourable mate for you? And to strip away his pride so it cannot shackle you down into a loveless mating.
Maybe he was crazy to think if this. What could he possibly do to make Vaâtep truly lose his mightiness in the eyes of your parents. And what could Neteyam do that wouldnât make his family need to run away from the clan againâŠThis is the chiefâs brother weâre talking about.
But you were the most important thing to ever talk about. You were his top priority, his one and only purpose on this planet. Your voice was a symphony and it mellowed out every poor note around him. He swore on the Great Mother he would fix this huge mess he had caused.
Full of fiery passion he erupted out of his hammock, drawing up plans and splaying thoughts onto the dirt below him. You asked him to show you how to let go of the past. And he was determined to help you grab onto the future. Your future. Each other's future.
once again thankyou my beautiful doves <33 youre interactions are my motivation thankyou sm for reading
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my demon gave me everything
part 1 | masterlist
summary: dark!natasha romanoff x reader. Natasha Romanoff saves the world. Morals, lifestyle and past aside, the fact is that she puts her life on the line for everyone else. And for this, she believes sheâs owed something. She saves billions of lives on the regular, so why not take the occasional one for herself?
word count: 3.7k
warnings: kidnapping, drugging, stalking, character death, obsessive behaviour
âHi, Peggy,â you greeted the veteran warmly, pulling her from the memories playing before her in the photos by the impeccably made bed. Though the quality of the crumpled papers werenât the finest of that generation's technology, the scenes that the woman could recall just from a glance at the hazy faces were enough to bring their characters and stories to the present. In the months that you had known Ms Carter, you had spent hours listening to her adventures from the war, enthralled by every word. Of course, you werenât meant to have favourites, but Peggyâs life had been unmatched, so naturally, her presence was too. You missed her greatly in the months that followed.Â
  âHello, dear,â Peggy replied with an aged smile. âHow are you?â She asked, lifting her hand to you. You took it in your own and rubbed your thumb over the back of her hand with a shake of your head.
  âYou know thatâs what Iâm meant to ask you,â you tutted, though of course appreciating the care she showed.Â
  âYes but Iâm not the one on my feet for twelve hours a day,â Peggy was swift to respond.Â
  âAnd Iâm not the one thatâs fought in a world war,â you countered, earning a soft chuckle from your resident. You placed her hand back down on the soft sheets gently and set about busying around her room. âI heard Steveâs coming in to see you later,â you said as you began watering some of the pots along the window frame.
  âThatâs the plan,â Peggy agreed. Of course she understood better than anyone that the job of someone like Steve Rogers meant that plans could be cancelled at a moment's notice. Majority of the time though, he made it. Luckily for the super soldier, the home was discreet enough that he didnât have to worry about any press or genuine threats interrupting his visits with the woman he loved. The home was tucked away just outside the city and only housed a manageable amount of residents for a small team of staff. It was perfect for a retired war hero, even if she did have some complaints about being in a home to begin with.Â
  âI believe heâs bringing Natasha with him as well,â Peggy added.Â
  âReally? Do I need to get the spare red carpet for her too?â You quipped as you smiled at the last flower pot, fully aware of the look Peggy was sending your way.Â
  âNow dear, donât you start making a fuss too. Youâre the only one who doesnât treat them like a touring rock band.â Peggy sighed. âYouâll give them a complex.â At this, you couldnât help but laugh.
  âBit dramatic, donât you think?â You chuckled as you folded and put away the cardigan that wouldnât be needed for the rest of that day.Â
  âI donât think so, dear. Things arenât how they used to be, you know?â You smiled as the familiar rant about the changing world started again. âWhen me and Steve fought, we fought for freedom and only that. Now you have so many so-called âsuper heroesâ out there showing off their gifts for the crowds instead of using it for good. And thatâs not even the worst of it. Iâm sure some are all together corrupt,â she said with a disappointed frown. âSteve earned his abilities because heâs a good man but there are some that-â Peggyâs rant was cut off by the chesty coughs that stole her breath. She leaned forward to best support herself as you grabbed her glass of water and knelt besides her, masking my worries as best you could. It was easy for you both to forget the veterans age and limits.Â
  âTake it easy,â you encouraged with a gentle hand on her back. Peggy gratefully took the water and allowed it to ease her irritated throat before leaning back into her bed with a tired sigh. âOkay?â
  âBest Iâve ever been,â you hummed and refilled her glass before setting it on the bedside table again.Â
  You took Peggyâs hand in my own once again and gave it a reassuring squeeze. âI should hope so, you have to come with me next time I go back to England,â you said matter of factly. Prompting Peggy to chuckle, more than happy to go along with the fantasy.Â
  âAh yes, I still havenât met the queen and sheâs been on the throne almost as long as Iâve been alive,â Peggy exclaimed.Â
  âWould be pretty nice if she could pay for our plane tickets,â you added to which the older woman continued to chuckle just as a light knock could be heard from the other side of her door.Â
  âCome in,â she invited, the hope in her voice clear and thankfully rewarded when Steve poked his head around the door with a broad smile to the older woman that he extended to you after a second. You placed Peggyâs hand back to her bed just as a shorter woman crept in behind Steve.Â
  âOh Steve,â Peggy beamed with a twinkle in her eye she reserved solely for the Captain.Â
  âHey Peggy, howâs my favourite girl?â He greeted, his eyes just as full of love as Peggyâs as he knelt down where you had been a second before. âHi, y/n,.â he said, his voice still nurturing.Â
  âHeya Steve,â you smiled back and glanced away from their embrace. Too often did you try to live through them in hopes of experiencing a love nearly as strong as theirs some day.Â
  You glanced towards the silent woman who was already looking at you with interest. âHi,â you muttered, finding it near impossible to hold such an intense gaze for more than a couple seconds - not that you were the first to find difficulty in making eye contact with the worldâs greatest assassin, of course. She was the Black Widow. For a second you had to remind yourself that she was a good guy and that you had nothing to worry about.Â
  âHi,â she replied, a friendly smile taking over her features so smoothly you wondered if it was sincere.Â
  âIâll leave you guys to it in a minute but before I go, Peggy, are you comfortable?â You asked. âNot too hot?â You knew the older woman didnât like to make a fuss and that if you didnât ask then, she wouldnât say anything until her visitors left.
  âA little,â you were glad to hear her admit, âperhaps thereâs no need for the extra blanket.â You nodded in agreement and took the extra blanket off her bed and put it away in her cupboard to grab again before the night. âThank you, dear,â Peggy said with a grateful nod.Â
  âNo problem, just shout if you need anything,â you said as always as you made your way out the room and shut the door behind you, unaware of the eyes that followed you the whole way.Â
*
Natasha didnât believe in any kind of instant connection. She had never looked at someone and felt a desperate need to have them, kiss them, date them, fuck them. It had simply never occurred and she didnât believe it happened to others. She believed anything remotely close to âlove at first sightâ was some bullshit horny people told lonely people in order to get in their pants faster. You were no exception.Â
  What Natasha did experience was interest. Interest of woman she would typically define as her âtypeâ. It wasnât that she saw a hot woman and wanted to fuck them, instead, Natasha saw fragile women and wanted to break them. She wanted to surgically remove every part of them that made them the picture of innocence and ruin it. Because no two people are the same. No two people can have that many overlapping traits. Everyone was unique which meant everyone had a unique way to be broken, that was what sparked Natashaâs interest.Â
  In less than a minute in the same room as you, the spy had watched how you interacted with Peggy, a vulnerable lady that you had ensured the comfort of. She had watched how unfazed you were by two superheroes that many had paid thousands just to shake hands with. It had sparked her interest and made her wonder how you would respond to numerous scenarios. She wondered what you would look like when your mind and body had been broken, if it would be any different than the women before.
  The one thing Natasha knew for sure was that she was going to find out.Â
*
Peggyâs death came two weeks later. Steve couldnât be there at the end but he thanked you that you were. You held her hand as she passed and told her it was okay, managing to hold back your tears until her final breath. You all knew this meant she wouldnât have to suffer anymore, but the absence of her presence was felt across the home and would for a while.Â
  The funeral was a blur, a lot of people were invited, unsurprisingly. Peggy had touched many lives that you were beyond grateful to receive an invitation yourself, even if you didnât know anyone there except for Steve who had enough people to greet. You stuck to the back of the hall and made small talk with a few people and managed to hold back tears until the end of service when you snuck away to the bathroom.Â
  After ten minutes of hardly effective breathing exercises you found on the internet, you made your way back out, hoping to say goodbye to Steve before you left but figured he had to leave early as he was nowhere to be found. You tried to make an unnoticed exit but the small touch to your back told you that you failed in that. You spun around to see Natasha with that same, slightly off, smile you hadnât forgotten..Â
  âHey,â she greeted, putting her hands back into the pockets of a coat that probably cost more than a year's worth of your salary. To be fair, she saves the world.Â
  âHey yourself,â you said with a weary smile, hoping your eyes werenât too red from crying. She looked perfect.Â
  âY/n, right?â She tested.
  âYeah and youâre⊠Natasha was it?â You tested back, making the redheadâs smile become more real. Â
  âThatâs me,â she chuckled. You eased up slightly, finding her presence less intimidating than your last meeting. âHow are you? I mean, how are you doing?â She continued, her softer gaze becoming more watchful again. You wondered then if that was just her way of showing she was listening and giving her full attention.Â
  âIâm alright,â you lied. Natasha noted it internally. âHow are you? Howâs Steve?â Another note.Â
  âI didnât know her all that well but Steveâs not having the easiest time.â You nodded, recalling the affection that never faltered when he looked at Peggy. âHeâll be okay though, heâs a tough guy.âÂ
  âIs he here?â You skimmed the faces in the crowd once more but still couldnât find the blond.
  âNo, he had to go,â Natasha said.
  âHe doesnât need you to help save the world with him?â you teased to try and distract from the resurfacing raw funeral feelings.Â
  âItâs not bad enough to require my skill set,â the spy quipped with some undisguised smugness. You hummed. That was pretty hot. âSo seeing as thereâs nothing that requires my immediate attention, you need a ride home?â Natasha offered with expecting eyes.
  âThank you, but I can just order an uber Iâm not too far-â
  âThen you wonât be out of my way then,â Natasha called over her shoulder as she headed for what you could only guess was the flashiest car on the grounds and left no room for arguing. You trailed along behind her as Natasha opened the eagle doors from her keys while you pretended not to be completely awestruck by the vehicle and its driver.Â
  âSo was this a gift from Nick Fury orâŠ?â You asked as the spy revved the engine and swiftly made her way out of the parking area and started on the long lane out of the grounds.Â
  âYou could say that,â she smirked, making you wonder if there was a story behind the car's ownership. âDo you drive?â The redhead asked instead.Â
  âUm, no. Havenât really gotten around to it, you know, what with moving here a year ago from England and all.â You admitted in a quick attempt to cover the embarrassment you always felt when people asked.Â
  âThatâs fair.â Natasha nodded understandably. âBesides, what are you? Twenty?â She continued with her eyes staying on the road.Â
  âNineteen,â you corrected. Natasha hummed and you suddenly wondered how old the Avenger was. Definitely not too old for you to see her as attractive but probably too old for her to see you as attractive, as if that were ever a possibility.Â
  Once you reached the main gates to the grounds, Natasha pulled up her screens map and asked you to put your address in then continued on in that direction.Â
  âSo how long are you planning on staying in the states?â The spy inquired.Â
  âMy visa doesnât actually last much longer than a year so Iâll have to head back home soon.â You explained, counting down the weeks before your flight.
  âOh? You reckon youâll come back?â Natasha continued, stopping herself from pushing as much as she wanted to.
  âIâm not sure yet. I mean itâs pretty nice here but itâs not home, you know? Thatâs where I want to be.â
  âYeah, nothing beats that,â the older woman muttered. You were about to ask Natasha about her own home when the car pulled to a stop outside your three story apartment building. âBut I suppose this is it for now.âÂ
  âPretty different to yours, I bet,â you mused, only imagining the kind of place she lived.Â
  âWouldnât you like to know,â Natasha chuckled.Â
  âKinda,â you admitted with a light laugh as you got out of the fancy car. âWell, thanks for the ride, it was fun,â you smiled gratefully towards the redhead.Â
  âAnytime,â she winked and sped away once you were a couple steps back. As you watched her go, you assumed that would be the last time you ever saw Natasha Romanoff.Â
*
Itâs pretty nice but itâs not home. Thatâs where I want to be.
  Natasha had pondered on that as she pulled into the rusting garage, only being lit by the glow from the inside of her car. She tapped her steering wheel and considered what that meant for her. It meant you were going back to England and you probably werenât coming back. The redhead hummed as she pulled up your visa on her tablet, seeing the expiration date was only a couple months time and concluded you could be leaving any day between now and then. When she returned home she would find what date you had booked your flight for so she could know for sure.Â
  That was new. The spy had never faced a deadline with any of the past women. It was exciting, adding a new risk she hadnât encountered before. It made the challenge all the more enticing. With that on her mind, Natasha left the garage through the back door and had to give it several kicks when shutting it back into place.Â
  Shit hole.
  The building wasnât really that bad, more just a little run down because it was in the forgotten part of town, just outside the busy city that had no time to acknowledge it. Natasha, being far more used to her luxury penthouse suite in the heart of New York, thought it was below her and couldnât wait to show you just how differently she lived.Â
  Once the redhead made her way up to the top floor, and assuring no one was around to see, she slipped inside the empty one bedroom apartment and headed straight for the window at the opposite end of the living space. Sitting in the sturdy foldable chair, Natasha peered through the S.H.I.E.L.D issued camera that was already staring right into your bedroom window down the street.Â
  You were crying again. Natasha tutted. She had liked getting a sneak peak at how you looked when you cried the first time, but had since grown irritated that she wasnât the one causing those tears to fall. It made her agitated and grew her need to have you.Â
  When you finally took your shirt off, the spyâs interest peaked again and she gave a light groan. It was only the second time seeing you without it and the first time had only been through your webcam. You usually knew to close your curtains when getting changed but the emotions clouded your better judgement.Â
  Such a dumb pup.Â
  You dipped out of view to remove your bra so Natasha switched tabs on her laptop to peer through yours. Turned off. She switched to my phone. In another room.Â
  âFuck,â Natasha huffed, pulling a cigarette from its packet on the windowsill and grabbing the lighter from her pocket. She held the flame against the end and waited for the orange glow to send off its small grey whisps.Â
  The Avenger had put cameras in some of the other womenâs apartments, but given that she was able to see through several of your windows from across the street, she didnât deem it necessary for you. She preferred it that way. She wasnât exactly desperate to see you naked. That wasnât a big part of it. She just wanted to see you. She enjoyed learning your small habits from afar, they would help in a few days. She enjoyed seeing you all on your own and knew it bothered you. You craved companionship and it would make you more open to hers the more desperate you got. It was just a shame she couldnât drag it out for longer.Â
  When you reappeared, you were in my unicorn pjs. Natasha smiled at the innocence of it all. Nineteen. The redhead didnât usually go for women that young but you were an adult by law so she deemed it okay. Besides, she knew of your exes. She knew that older women were your type and that thirty definitely wasnât too old. The spy also knew those exes were inadequate and what Natasha could offer you was something you had yet to experience from anyone, even them. She wondered just how badly you craved it and how soon you would admit it to her.
  All that mattered was that you would never experience it from anyone else.Â
*
Several days passed since Peggyâs funeral and things were returning to how they were before you met the veteran. Her room at the home was still empty and you hoped it would be until you left. That would always be Peggyâs room. Thankfully, you were able to distract yourself throughout your working days by completing unnecessary tasks to make the day go quicker and stop your mind wandering too much to how lonely you were again. Peggy had been a friend, granted an unlikely one but a friend at that.Â
  You were able to keep yourself preoccupied outside of work too. Whenever the weather permitted, you headed out into the parks in town with your sketchbook and spent hours, sometimes most of the day, doodling pretty much anything you could see. The crowds of flowers around the edges of the park; the moments different wildlife crosses paths; the unique landscapes when the city turned to town; the families and couples enjoying the last of the summer. Everything had a spot in your nearly full sketchbook that you had gotten especially for your trip. You were hoping to recreate them digitally when you got home.Â
  The silver lining in it all was that you slept soundlessly through the nights. From the moment your head hit the pillow you were fast asleep and woke up feeling refreshed until grief gave you a sudden slap. But it wasnât just you that benefited from my new found deep sleeping habits. In fact, it was what made Natasha able to make her move so fast.Â
  It was 3:36 when the spy stepped foot in your apartment. She crept around without a single breath to be heard and peered around the studio apartment. Due to the layout, Natasha was able to see your sleeping frame as soon as she stepped into your living space. You were of course sound asleep when she saw you, but Natasha still noted where the creaky floorboards were and swiftly manoeuvred around your apartment.Â
  The redhead didnât make her way immediately to you as she knew you wouldnât stir. Instead, she took some time to feed her curiosity and opened the cupboards in the kitchen she hadnât been able to see. You had a lot of snacks, most of which Natasha didnât approve of, and less ingredients for actual dinners. She knew you werenât much of a chef and more often than not just put a collection of snacks on your plate for dinner than cook. The older woman would fix that for you soon enough.Â
  She was pleased to see that you kept the studio pretty much spotless. There was no washing up left out, no crumbs on any surfaces, the floor didnât need to be moped. She wouldnât mind if you managed to stay in her home a while.Â
  After a few more minutes of assessing the rest of your living space, Natasha continued back to you and hovered over your sleeping body for a while, knowing you wouldnât have a rest this peaceful for a while. Luckily she had something to make sure you could make the most of it. The syringe in the leather pocket was only a slim one with a needle small enough that you wouldnât feel it in your sleep. She traced along your neck with the back of her finger before sinking the needle in and flushing the liquid into your system, ensuring you would be no trouble when getting home.Â
  âThatâs it, detka,â Natasha cooed when you turned onto your side facing her and nuzzled further into your pillow. She leant down and placed a gentle kiss on your temple and the trace of a smile fluttered across your lips. âGet lots of rest.â
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Halsin/OC TAV
(Fixing the horrid canon ending!)
Sunlight streams into the room as you awaken, instantly warming your skin. During the night, you had fallen asleep curled against Halsin, drawing comfort from his presence after the harrowing battle.
As you stir, Halsin runs a hand gently through your hair. "Good morning, my love," he says softly. "How are you feeling?" You nuzzle against his chest, not yet ready to face the day. Sensing your need for quiet, Halsin simply holds you close for a long moment.
Eventually, duty calls you both.
As you finally rise and dress, Halsin explains his plans for the refugees. "I will take the children and any others who cannot remain here. We will travel far from Baldur's Gate and establish a new grove, a safe haven."
Your heart sinks, knowing this means his departure. But you force a brave smile. "They could have no better guide than you. The children adore you." Halsin takes your hands, regret in his eyes. "I wish we had more time. But the refugees need stability and shelter. I cannot delay the journey." He strokes your cheek. "My heart, you have your own path. Do not feel obligated to accompany me."
Though it pains you, you understand his reasons. "Of course. The children must come first," you reply, blinking back tears. "Just...promise you'll think of me sometimes during your travels."
"Always," Halsin whispers as he pulls you close once more. No matter what the future holds, you will carry the memory of this farewell embrace for the rest of your days.
As Halsin holds you close, neither wants to be the first to let go. You bury your face against his neck, breathing in his earthy scent. This may be the last time you feel the comfort of his arms. Reluctantly, Halsin loosens his embrace. Up close, you see the grief dimming his eyes.
"I confess, now that the time has come, parting from you feels...unnatural," he says raggedly. "My spirit already yearns to have you near again." You cling tighter, wishing you could freeze this moment. Halsin continues, "But I cannot delay the journey. The children have suffered enough instability." He strokes your hair, his voice filled with regret.
"I must not be selfish, no matter how much I..." His words trail off, but you hear the unspoken end of his sentence. No matter how much I need you. Need us. You pull back to meet his anguished gaze. "I understandâŠ" you whisper. "The refugees must come first." You manage a bittersweet smile. "Follow your calling, and...know that you have my whole heart.....Always."
Halsin cups your face with aching tenderness. "And you mine," he replies. "No matter where your destiny leads, I will love you eternally."
Though it pains you, you step back, letting his hands slip from your grasp. His duty is clear, as is yours. With one last lingering look, Halsin turns to gather the refugees, his shoulders heavy with sorrow. Your paths now diverge - but perhaps someday they will cross again. For now, you have only memories to sustain you.
As noon grew near, Halsin finished loading the last supplies onto the wagons, sadly glancing back towards the city one final time. He hopes against hope to see you running to join them after all. But the gates remain empty.
Nearby, the refugee children gather around him in a cheerful swarm, chattering with excitement to begin the journey. Their high spirits lift Halsin's mood slightly. Little Anya tugs at his robe. "Mr. Halsin, is the nice teacher coming with us?" she asks brightly. Halsin's heart sinks. He forces a smile. "I'm afraid they cannot join us just yet, child."
Jorin, an older orphan, pipes up next. "But they're always teaching us and reading stories! They have to come to the new grove too!" The other children murmur in earnest agreement. Halsin swallows down fresh grief, touched by their attachment to you. If only you were here...
From the wagons, some adult refugees call out as well. "Where is your partner? They helped tend the sick ones daily."
"Yes, and boosted morale with songs and tales around the fire!"
Halsin raises a hand, reluctance in his voice as he explains you cannot accompany them now. The children and refugees' crestfallen reaction at your absence mirrors his own feelings. But the journey must commence, even if his heart remains behind.
With a heavy spirit, Halsin climbs onto the lead wagon. As the procession rolls out, he wonders if you glance back from the city walls. Wherever you are, he hopes you understand how deeply you'll be missed.
As they start to depart, Halsin is distracted by the sound of comotion coming from the back of the wagon trail.
Halsin turns to see you standing at the city gates, chest heaving from running. Hope and longing flare within him at your presence, but he swallows it down. You have your own path, and he must not sway you from it.
Before he can speak, you say in a rush, "I know you think I'm better off following my own destiny. But I cannot let you leave without me. My place is at your side." Halsin's stoic resolve nearly cracks at your words. But he hardens his heart once more.
"You do not need to sacrifice your freedom out of obligation. I release you from any commitment to me." You search his eyes, hurt, moving closer to his lead wagon. "So...you do not want me to come? Just say it plainly, and I will let you be." Your chin trembles slightly as you force out the painful offer. At seeing your distress, Halsin can restrain himself no longer. Jumping from the wagon, he crushes you against his chest, emotion flooding through his barriers.
"Forgive me," he whispers fervently. "I only wanted to give you wings to soar, but I was blind. I cannot imagine this journey without you now."
You cling to him just as tightly, shaking with joy and relief. All reservations finally cast aside, Halsin admits what his heart has known all along - that you belong together.
Taking your pack in one hand and your hand in the other, he leads you to sit beside him in the wagon. The future remains uncertain, but Halsin knows that side by side, you will weather whatever storms may come.
As Halsin sweeps you into his embrace, a great cheer erupts from the caravan. You glance over to see the refugees and children looking on delightedly. "Hooray, they're coming after all!" little Anya cries out joyfully. The other children take up the chant, clapping and shouting. The adult refugees are smiling as well. "We're glad you changed your mind!" calls out one man. "The journey wouldn't be the same without you," adds a woman, raising her hand.
You beam back at them, heart swelling with warmth at this acceptance. Halsin takes your face in his hands once more. "They have given us their blessing," he says with a tender smile. "Let us not keep them waiting any longer."
As the procession finally passes through the gates, the refugees and delighted children cheer loudly for you both. Though the road ahead remains uncertain, you know that come what may, you will face it together, surrounded by this community you both care for so deeply. Home is no longer a place, but the bonds you now share.
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Decisions, Decisions
...but you can choose them all if you really want~
Just a little cute thing I wanted to do similar to a choose-your-own adventure game :) Choose who you want to care for you after a particularly harsh mission!
The beginning is the same for all routes, but you can pick which LI you want at the end of it.
Enjoy :)
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Can be read at ao3 here if preferred!
Borders by strangergraphics here on tumblr :)
Your body was killing you.Â
You could already see the looks of disapproval for just thinking the statement, the images at least cracking your frown and allowing for the corners of your lips to curl upward. Ignoring the fact that your entire body felt like one big bruise, you continued to type up the remainder of information from the mission, only having gone due to the original hunter being put on medical leave a week in.Â
You now understood exactly why they had been placed on said leave.
Rather than your usual clumsy antics resulting in some minor injuries, it was the job that had left you beaten, bruised, and momentarily bloody. You didnât even want to know how bad it must look to others, grateful you couldnât see your back but wincing whenever you imagined the sight of your collarbone down to your toes. The wanderers lately have grown moreâŠintense. Rather than managing to get through a job in an hour or so, it had begun to take several.Â
You were a great hunterâyou reminded yourself of that a lot more, latelyâbut even with your seemingly above average skills when fighting, you were still human.Â
You could still die.
Shutting the laptop with a tired exhale, you turn your head toward the windows to see the familiar sunset beginning to fade on the horizon. You were sure you would have appreciated it more if your vision werenât so blurry from staring at a screen for so long. Still, you allow yourself to watch it until it disappears entirely, the emptiness of night more prominent when you still had to commute home.Â
You donât regret not going with Tara, though her words ring in your ears as you steel your nerves to force yourself up into a standing position.Â
Get some rest, alright?
The concern that had laced into her words was touching, especially considering you hadnât expected how easily it would be to become fast friends. Caleb had been the only one youâd ever clicked with so seamlessly, though the memory had become more bittersweet than nostalgic ever since his passing.Â
You miss him and Grandma, your eyes watering as you wipe the stray tears that made their way down your cheeks. Grounding yourself was a lot harder when you already were in such a vulnerable state, but you managed to do it before exiting the office and making sure to shut the lights on your way out.Â
You pull out your phone, finding some messages unread but once again unable to fully concentrate, a frustrated huff escaping you as you shove the device back into your pocket. The harsh movement sends shockwaves through you as you await the buildingâs elevator, your eyes closing as you focus on each breath.Â
It was easier to brush off the pain earlierâadrenaline and the eyes of many causing you to suck it up to avoid damaging morale.Â
Right now, however?
You were sure you would have rather been knocked out cold and taken into medical.Â
At least there theyâd have given you something to take the edge off.Â
The elevator dings, the doors parting as you open your eyes and realize you have to decide whether youâre taking your bike or public transportation to get home.Â
Crap.Â
âWell, better now than later,â you muse to yourself blithely, stepping inside the elevator and pressing the âground floorâ button with much more force than necessary.
A part of you wonders if you should get something prescribed rather than attempting to cruise the next few days, but the idea of traveling to the hospital and the risk of being placed under overnight observation was enough to have you pushing the idea away entirely.Â
Tomorrow, you assure, knowing very well that apart from sleep, you wouldnât be seeking much of anything else.Â
When you get down the the ground floor, you begin your walk to the bus stop, hoping there arenât any delays but not holding your breath.
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Time to Choose~
Xavier
Zayne
Rafayel
Sylus
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When We Were Young
pairing: frankie morales x f!reader
rating: M (breakups, seeing your ex, a lil angsty with a happy ending, a douchey/aggressive male interaction, alcohol consumption, language)
wc: 2.5k
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Time froze. As cliche as it sounded, it was also accurate. You sat there gawking like a deer caught in headlights, your blood rushing from your head to pour into the crater-sized hole in your heart in the shape of him. It was like seeing the ghost of a loved one, desperate for it to make contact and fearful of it all at once. To see him, the man youâd loved and lost five years ago, here in the flesh, laughing with a group of people you didnât recognize, reminded you that whatever life you had shared with him in the past was just thatâthe past. But even still, you couldnât help but hope there was a moment for the two of you here in the present, and perhaps if the fates were kind enough, in the future.
âEverything okay?â Your eyes wandered back to the man in front of youâyour date, you had to remind yourself.
âYeah,â you managed, nodding your head as if it helped make your lie believable. âJust saw someone I used to know.â
âOh, why donât you go say hi?â he asked, taking a sip of his beer.
If only it were that simple.
âIâd rather stay here,â you replied, lying again. Is that what you were forced to become? Nothing but a liar? A half-lover? Someone frozen in the past?
Across the bar he spots you, smiling at some dark haired man that looks too old for you, or perhaps thatâs just his jealousy talking.
You look good, healthier than he last saw you. Youâd gained some weight, filling out your sunken cheeks that remained seared in his memory from the night he left you. The night that haunted him, a dark cloud of regret and shame that rained the taste of your tears over him to remind him of the hurt he caused you.
You only ever asked him to love you, but like the immature child he wasâthe child he still feared lived deep withinâhe made you feel like you were asking for too much.
As he sat there watching you giggle, your fingers stirring the black straw in your glassâa gin and tonic like always, no doubtâhe wondered if you spotted him as well. He figured it didnât matter even if you did. He couldnât imagine a universe in which you could forgive him for what he didâor for what he couldnât do.
âFrankie!â A whine coming from the girl heâd been seeing casually the last few weeks pulled his eyes from watching you, his head turning in the direction of the woman who didnât know him well enough to know what darkness lied within him. âI want another drink.â
âOkay,â he replied, awaiting an explanation for how this concerned him.
âCan you go get me one?â she snapped, drunken and slurred. Frankie exhaled softly and nodded, the bottle of beer in his hand empty and needing replacing anyways.
He stood to walk to the bar, his eyes finding you no matter how hard he tried to keep them occupied. As he passed your table, he overheard the man you were with talking about his jobâfinance, it seemed. Was that really the kind of man you were into these days? Back in the day the two of you wouldâve made fun of a guy like him. What could you possibly have in common with such aâŠstiff? He supposed it didnât matterâshouldnât matter.
How could you listen to anything this man was saying when you could feel Frankieâs eyes on you, when you could smell him walking by? He still wore that same cologne, still donned that same red flannel you gifted him for Christmas. So much had stayed the same about him on the outside, it seemed. Could the same be said for the inside? Did you want it to?
âHey, Iâm gonna go use the restroom,â your date announced and you nodded, watching him as he walked off through the crowded pub.
You werenât sure what compelled you to stand, but before you could talk yourself out of it, you were already standing beside your ex at the bar, his head turned in the opposite direction as he waited for the bartender to make his way to him.
âYou look the same,â you spoke over the chatter and music filling the room, causing his head to whip over in your direction. He looked wide eyed, the color draining from his face. For a minute, you worried youâd offended him by simply speaking, but the soft curl of his lips quickly soothed that fear.
âYou lookâŠgood,â he managed, his eyes frantic as they studied your face, seemingly taking in all the changes you cursed your body for making. âI, uh, I saw you, butâŠI donât know. Didnât want to interrupt your date.â
âNot much of a date,â you shrugged. âNot anymore at least.â
Frankie smiled more genuinely and it was as if you were thrown back in time, seeing that dimple come out for the first time. You longed to reach out for him, to touch him to make sure he was actually there, but refrained.
âYou here with anyone?â you asked, unsure of what overcame you. You had no right to pry that way, but couldnât help yourself. Had he moved on? Was it better that way? The sinking feeling in your gut as his eyes flickered over to the singular woman sitting at his table told you no, it wasnât.
âItâsâŠcasual,â he shrugged, pursing his lips. âHavenât really been able to jump into anything afterâŠafter us.â
You swallowed the lump in your throat, batting away the childish tears born of jealousy. You felt the immature little girl you used to be clawing at the back of your throat begging to scream âheâs mine, heâs mine, donât touch whatâs mine!â. You lifted your drink to wash down the burn.
âYeah, itâs been hard for me too,â you admitted, though the word âhardâ felt like nothing more than a watered-down truth.
âGod, sorry about that. The line was so long.â Your date appeared with a smile, his eyes flickering to the man beside you at the bar. âHey.â
Frankie nodded at him but remained silent.
âWell,â your date exhaled as he turned back to you. âYou wanna get out of here? Maybe go back to my place?â
Your eyes flickered to Frankie, watching his profile as he tried not to appear like he was eavesdropping on the conversation, but the clench of his jaw gave him away.
âI think Iâm just gonna go home for the night,â you finally answered, turning to your date to give him an apologetic frown. He chuckled and looked towards Frankie, pointing his finger at him.
âYou mean youâre going to go home with this fucker?â
Frankieâs body turned fully to your date, his brows laced as he looked down at the man at least five inches shorter than him.
âWhat was that?â Frankie asked, the dominance in his voice foreign and familiar at the same time.
âHowâs it fair that I have to pair for all her fucking drinks and youâre the one who gets to take her home?â he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. âI got her drunk, so I get the reward.â
Frankie scoffed in disbelief and looked to you, the look of fear in your eyes igniting a protective streak in him that only seemed to light for you.
âGo home, man,â he ordered, turning back to your âdateâ.
âFuck thatââ He made to grab at your arm but Frankie shoved him back before he could make contact.
âGo home.â Frankie ordered again, giving the man one last chance before heâd have to walk home with only one working eye. The man sized Frankie up for a beat before turning to you.
âYouâre paying for your own fucking drinks then,â he said, as though it was a punishment. Truthfully, you were thankful not to âoweâ this manâthe word used looselyâanything. You watched him walk off down the bar to pay off his half of the tab, keeping your eyes glued to him to assure he didnât come back and try something again. It seemed Frankie was doing the same.
âWhat a fucking prick,â he mumbled under his breath as the two of you watched him leave the bar. You turned back to Frankie and felt your lips part to speak, to apologize for your choice in man, but couldnât manage a sound. âIâm sorry you had to deal with that,â he offered sincerely, his gentle brown eyes landing on yours. âYou didnât deserve any of his bullshit.â
âYeah, wellâŠwhen they tell you thereâs tons of fish in the sea they donât mention that those fish fucking suck.â Frankie laughed and nodded, that dimple coming out again. The bartender finally made his way over, looking at Frankie anticipatorily, but Frankie seemed hesitant. âWell, Iâm gonna go pay my billââ
âNo, let me,â he intervened with his hand on your arm. âIâm honestly ready to leave, too.â
âYou gonna order anything?â the bartender asked, annoyed by the delay. Frankie leaned over the bar and ordered a vodka-cranberry and then pointed over at the table his group was sitting at, the bartender nodding before walking off to prepare the drink.
âAlright, letâs go take care of the tab.â He turned back to you with a friendly but soft smile, his hand resting on your upper back as he guided you through the crowded room to the bartender set up by the till. Frankie paid for both of your bills as if it was nothing, as if anyone would have done the same thing. You couldnât help but glance over at the girl he was with, comparing yourself to her. She was thinner, not by much but enough for you to realize it. Her hair was freshly styled, her nails polished and manicured. She seemed to be a newer and improved version of yourself, the image of someone untainted by heartbreak. Soon a pit of guilt formed in your stomach as you considered the fact that your interacting with Frankie tonight would be the first blow to her heart. Did she love him? Would that be enough to stop you?
âSoâŠdo you live at the same place you used to?â Frankie asked at the counter while he waited for change.
âI do,â you turned back to him and admitted.
âI could walk you home,â he offered with a shrug. âNo funny business. I justâŠI guess I want a chance to talk.â
âWhat about your date?â you asked, a nervous chuckle slipping from your lips to cover your guilt.
âSheâs with her friends, and truthfullyâŠI think our friendship has run its course.â Perhaps in another reality youâd be strong enough to turn him down, but in this reality your heart still belonged to him. It would always belong to him.
With a nod, you accepted his offer and headed outside to wait for him as he grabbed his coat and bid his group goodbye.
You watched from the window as your replacement scolded him, her voice loud enough to cut over the music and through the glass separating the two of you. Frankie never did well with loudness, with screaming and fighting. You wondered what drew him to her in the first place.
When he finally made it outside, he let out a sigh and shook his head.
âWell,â he said, giving you a laugh. âThat went well.â
âYeah, I could see,â you pointed at the window. âI feel bad.â
âDonât,â he commanded, shaking his head. âIâd leave anyone to have a chance at talking to you again.â
You tried not to melt at his words, tried not to put stock into them, but was it possible that five years could have changed him? Could have made him realize that you truly loved him, and that it was all you ever wanted to do?
âSo,â he began as the two of you made your way through the downtown neighborhood towards your apartment complex about a mile away. âI guess I want to say sorry first and foremost.â
You turned your head to watch him, his eyes fixed forward while his hands twitched in his pocket.
âIâŠI was scared,â he confessed, his voice softer, more vulnerable as he glanced at you. âYou loved me in a way that Iâve never been loved before, and that was scary. I never thoughtâI donât know. Never thought I deserved it, so I turned myself into someone who didnât. But, I really need you to know that I loved you, too. I just didnât know what to do with it. Didnât trust myself with it, I guess.â
âI did,â you replied, bumping your shoulder against his. âI trusted you with it. But I could see the fight going on inside, and I could see that I was losing. I didnât know why I was losing. It seemed so simple to meâI love you and you love me so why canât we just be together? Be more than these two friends who fuck?â
âYeahââ He swallowed, shaking his head. âI donât know. I wasâŠyoung and stupid. I wish that was a better excuse.â
At your doorstep, you turned to him with a twisted smile, unsure of what to do next. Youâd talked through the wounds you left on each other as best as you could with a few drinks in your system, but what came next?
âSoâŠâ you started, swaying a bit as you looked up at him. Frankieâs smile turned boyish as he looked down at you, a chuckle escaping his lips as he tucked his hands into his pockets.
âWould, uhâŠâ He bit his lip as he paused to reconsider his proposition. âWould you maybe want to grab breakfast tomorrow? Thereâs this new diner on 32nd streetââ
âOh my god, Brownies?â
âYeah!â He laughed, your eyes locking as the two of you wondered how many times you mustâve missed each other in this small town. âI go there every Sunday with Caro.â
Oh, how you missed his baby girl. She was only three when youâd last seen her, making her eight years old now. How time flies.
âI go every Saturday,â you admitted with a chuckle. âWould I be throwing off your schedule by making you go two days in a row?â
âNo,â he assured. âAny excuse for chocolate chip waffles, Iâll take.â
You laughed and nodded, looking down at your feet.
âWell, in that case, yes. Iâd love to.â
âOne more thing, and feel free to say noââ
âCan you kiss me?â you interrupted, watching as his smile grew into a grin.
âYou beat me to it,â he laughed.
âIs that a yes?â you asked with a girlish and flirty smile. Frankieâs hand found your jaw, cradling it gently as he leaned in slowly, the anticipation burning in your belly. When his lips met yours, you swore youâd died and gone to heaven. It was as if nothing had ever changed between the two of you, that spark that only he could light inside of you quickly turning into a flame as you melted against him, clutching at his flannel. When he pulled away, you almost whined. Frankie smiled and rested his forehead against yours.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âFor all this lost time.â
âWe can make it up,â you assured with a smile of your own. âStarting tomorrow.â
âSee you then, baby.â
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Heart of the Great Wolf
19 - Trust in the Gentle Rasps
Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (Past)
Length: 14.5k
Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, discussions of warfare, suicidal ideation, grief and trauma, jealousy, posessive tendencies, male sexual assault victim discussion, smut, oral (f receiving), slight canon divergence
Notes: This was one of my favorite chapters to write by far, so hope you enjoy! Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.
Your quiet was palpable since nearing the water. Travelling west along the runs of the Wall had been easy, but it also meant that none of it felt quite real until now. Much like the last time it seemed, once arriving the body of water needing to cross, you could no longer deny what you were walking into. As soon as the men had crossed the bridge over the Trident it was blood which followed for years until you lay in your own. But whereas then your quiet was the uncertainty of what was to come, this time your quiet was the shadowing memories of what was lost.Â
Bringing death and loss to the doorsteps of those who experienced it beside you last time, only now the plea was desperate and you were not the person any would remember. Asking them to make the same choice that ended in a massacre only so that they could hope to stand and fight against one even darker upon the horizon. Camp was being made some distance from the shore as you hovered back.Â
The footsteps which approached you belonging to one of the only people brave enough to approach you when poised with such tense rigidness and sharp cold in your eyes as you looked over things. âI didnât imagine you were one to stand back and watch others take over for you.â Nothing but curiosity in Ser Davosâs voice as you both stood side by side now. You didnât respond but he took no offence. âNot from what I saw in you that day, either. Youâre a more confident leader then this, your grace.âÂ
Fingers clenching in your crossed arms before inhaling deeply. âI am not the one they chose to follow. If I had to do this alone, I would have. But not a single one of these men would be here if he wasnât.â Your eyes sharp as they followed Jon across the way.Â
You were more distant with him then ever.Â
âHe is only here because of you.âÂ
A waver in your breath, you finally glanced away from the distant figure to look at Ser Davos. Slightly shaking your head as you tried to stand as calm and unaffected as you could manage. âHeâs here because the North is his home, and heâs fighting to protect it. Doesnât need me for that. The North never has.âÂ
You didnât want to see the understanding sympathy in Davosâs eyes, you knew it wasnât just one you were talking of. You failed to see yourself as anything worthy in either of their lives and only the remaining wonder if you had not been there, would they have avoided death? Was your presence this time an omen that blood would follow once more for such a leader? You were too involved in a life he had been forging without you.Â
Leaning down more towards your side, his own voice lowered to match your tone. âYou wouldnât know that if you keep avoiding him, now would you?â Turning away as your eyes peeled from him in a glare to out back to the settling camp of free folk your jaw clenched harshly. âIâm not trying to involve myself in your affairs, your grace, but I do know heâs as tense as you are. And two tense leaders who refuse to speak to each other isnât what Iâd call good for morale.âÂ
It would be so much easier if you didnât feel as if your lives were constantly trying to circle around each others like magnetic pulls wishing to attach. Would be easier if you just could detach from whatever this all was and do what needs to be done and forget the rest. But you didnât have nearly enough of your father in you for that.Â
âI wasnât the one who acted as their peacekeeper, not sure these men really would care about what I add to their spirits or not. Seem to be doing just fine.â Truly you were grateful but you could slink into the waters ahead and never return, and the cause and leader they followed would stay the same.Â
Good thing about Davos, he knew well enough when to not push one or the other. Unfortunate for you, there was very little he could broach that wasnât going to give you a headache further. âSurprised me that you allowed your mother to come along.âÂ
âSo was she.â You gave her little room to argue or question, but you knew leaving her alone either at Castle Black or worse, sending her home unprotected at Dragonstone was only with grim prospects. âIf all she has left is me, then it does not matter what issues lay between us. She would have no one left, and that...motherâs need something, someone left to live for no matter how strained.âÂ
Your instructions were clear, she is not to involve herself in this war or planning in anyway, and she is to keep thoughts of this religion of hers to herself. The last thing this cause needed was more whispers of unnatural abilities or other world like purposes. âSheâs not good at saying it, but sheâs grateful you care. Though most of your family isnât good at saying what they mean, are you?âÂ
It barley caught the hint of even the halfest of smirks. More of a tiny glint in your eye that faded as quickly as it sparked as he continued. âNever seen this many wildlings in once place.âÂ
âI think they prefer the term, free folk.âÂ
Right back to the start he was correcting himself. âNever seen this many free folk in once place.âÂ
âIf Iâm not mistaken, Ser Davos neither you or I have ever seen any free folk until meeting them, period.â Technically you had met one but hardly for long. Bran had told Sam that Osha took Rickon alone to saftey when he went beyond the wall with Howland Reedâs children. You had no reason not to trust her, you just hoped she could keep him safe in the same overwhelming dread of two teenagers, Hodor, and Summer all there was to keep Bran safe beyond the wall. Not noting your wondering mind, Davos chuckled beside you, and you wished you could as well. âI just hope they understand what theyâre truly getting involved in.âÂ
You heard the man before you saw him, a rumbling laugh before he was brave enough to slap an arm around your shoulder as the simple force jostled you. âYou doubting us already, pretty crow?â Never did quite get used to how large Tormund stood beside you, like a cliff that was pained orange only with much more vulgar echoes.Â
Flickering your eyes to the side, you didnât move much more but there was at least more of a hint of amusement then before. âNo. I simply understand itâs a strange fight youâve decided to involve yourselves in, after everything thatâs happened I mean.âÂ
Shrugging to himself, he looked back to the camp and pulled you in closer. Giving Ser Davos a slight bit of whiplash as to how used to being yanked around by such a large figure you appeared. You spent three years with Maege Mormont, you were no stranger to being jostled around by loud personalities, but the thought made you swallow. Trying not to think about what would happen when you get there and who wasnât. You knew Dacey hadnât gotten out that day, and it made you sick to think about.Â
The two Mormontâs meant much to you, helped ease you into something normal in an army camp as they cared not to watch their tones with you. Dacey didnât deserve to have her life end at the Twins like that, none of them did. Too many faces you wondered about, some more then others.
Tormund beside you, paid no mind to your thoughts. âAfter everything? You mean after seeing the dead rise up after getting slaughtered? You southerners arenât so bad compared to that.âÂ
A moment of quiet between you three before finally speaking up in more command. âI want you coming with us when we travel across.â Both men turned to you with a curious look but you only kept your eye out onto the distant water. âWe stayed a ways back so they wouldnât feel ambushed, but if we are going to get them to say yes, then we shouldnât shy away from the fact that theyâll be agreeing to fight beside your people.âÂ
A deep humour in his voice with long exaggerated sound out of each word, âI am honoured, your grace.âÂ
For once, that actually got a small smirk out of you. A lightness in your tone that tried to fight away and failed. âNow that just sounded wrong coming out of your mouth.â Tormund laughed as well, knowing only he was watching a far pair of eyes narrowing in this very direction.Â
Choosing to look as much in them as he could manage as he leaned down to you, âSo what does a pretty crow like you prefer to be called?âÂ
Rolling your eyes at such a jest, you fell not for the bait without knowing it was even cast. âTormund, I am fairly certain it doesnât matter what I say you will just continue to call me whatever term finds itself in your head.âÂ
It would not be many of you, Jon, Davos, Tormund, Theon, Selyse, and yourself being escorted to the main land of Bear Island hoping it sent a message of civility. There was no real threat of enemy being given from House Mormont and yet as you stepped onto the deck of the boat you felt your heart race. It didnât matter how many of you there were. An army didnât save from a massacre the last time you went to a meeting with what was supposed to be an ally.Â
Still, you stayed on the opposite end as he did. If you didnât know what to say in private then you were surely lost as to what to say to him in the fake quiet just out of others earshot. But you felt his eyes on you, and thus yours stayed attached to the waters ahead.Â
âStarting to tell who is used to being on a ship.â Turning to look at Theon, your eyes were slightly squinting from the winds in them but otherwise a little more calm washed through. You were perched against the back wall leading to the bow with both legs hanging over the deck and a hand resting casually on a rope by you. He gestured to your posture himself, âDonât think Iâve seen you this relaxed in a while either.âÂ
Theon leaned against the edge, his arms folded against the wood just beside where you sat looking out to the waters passing. âYou forget, I grew up on an island as well. Spent half my time on ships going from White Harbour, to Dragonstone, to Kingâs Landing and back. This is nothing.âÂ
Davos was the only other who found agreement in the breeze. Long time his job was travelling along waters but in the recent years of his life they werenât in hiding from any eyes. At least he and your mother were used to keeping the otherâs company by this point. You didnât want her to be alone, but that didnât mean you had a clue how to talk to her.Â
Both you and Theon stuck to looking out to the waters with little focus on any else, it was nice. For a moment, it felt like the days when you were both just teenagers not having to care about the politics around. âI forgot until I got there, how salty Pyke smelled. Even in the summer Winterfell was always so crisp and it wasnât until I was on a boat did I remember that not being able to smell the sea used to be so odd.âÂ
You managed to find half a smile in your heart, âI always thought anywhere would be better then Dragonstone. Only on the beach did it really smell like the sea, otherwise the further from the castle you go, the more it just smells like brimstone. The deeper into the trees you go the worse that gets.â You could still see her. Hoisted up onto the edge of a rock so she sat level with your height as you both looked down to where you knew deep tunnels were formed under the surface. She hardly left the main bounds of the castle, so Shireen always loved the smell of brimstone. To her it was like the scent of adventure.Â
Amused slightly, he asked, âYou saying Winterfell smells worse then that place?âÂ
No hesitation as your face grimaced in the memory. âNo, Iâm saying that Kingâs Landing smells worse then all it combined.â Theon looking curiously at you, but your eyes only kept in the distance as the land grew closer. âToo many people packed into too small of a city, everyone is poor the moment you leave the Red Keep and no one cares about it. Add a summer heat onto that and you get the worse smelling city youâve ever come across. That I certainly donât miss.âÂ
âDo you miss anything about it?âÂ
You were quick, tone dropping to something harsh. âNo. I was always miserable there. Either I was being dragged away from my sister, or I was being dragged away from..â Swallowing thickly you tried to drop the weight from so high in your throat. âConstantly going from Kingâs Landing to Winterfell was awful. I was so miserable everytime I got back to the capitol and everyone knew it. Renly used to always say everywhere but Winterfell disagreed with me.âÂ
âHe was right.â Your eyes finally meeting. âMuch as we try to tell ourselves otherwise, or how long we spent where we grew up, the North was our home. Where our actual family was.â Not a sea sick, but that weight dropped from your throat to your heart and the dizziness from it made you feel nauseous.Â
âHard to remember that some days.âÂ
It wasnât home where you were both kept, it wasnât home where you were trapped and tortured sometimes only done in mocking of the other. It wasnât family that brought you back home, that wasnât a place you belonged. That wasnât the home what Robb once told you that you belonged in. Even if this was successful, even if you reclaimed it, it was hard to imagine finding a home there once more behind this loneliness.
âDo you ever wonder whether or not it wouldâve been better if you left me there?â You didnât look, you could feel a narrowed sharp gaze on you from Theon but you didnât want to handle it beyond the swirling in your own mind. âEscape with your own life, and spare the spiral of death thatâs done nothing but follow where I go now?âÂ
The weight in his voice made you feel only more sick on the inside. âNo. But do you know what it is I do wonder? Whether or not youâve actually gotten past wishing you were still dead.â A stab in your mind pricked at something that was sharp and full of a sting behind your eyes. âFor a long time with him, there was nothing. Took everything about who I was and killed it. Until he dragged me down to see you. And then the only thing that kept me trying to fight to stay myself was knowing that any day I could wake up and you wouldâve taken your own life just to make him stop. So I got you out of there, got us out but then some days, I donât know if I really did. I think youâre still trapped with Ramsay wishing you were dead.âÂ
Truth be told, he wasnât wrong. Theon knew what that pain inside you was, because he had watched it fester for over a year before you finally ran out into the freezing cold to escape it. But you were still in that place, reliving those nightmares from The Twins and waking up to the violence Ramsay would enjoy throwing your way. And ever since leaving all you did was drag that violence and burden along behind you to weigh down and hurt everyone else with.Â
And it was nothing but feeling selfish that made you want to jump into these waters and let it take you to the bottom forever. Who would still be alive were you to have stayed dead? If not beside Robb, then at least by taking the less cowardly route and end yourself before you brought this blood to others doorsteps. âThere are far too many eyes on me at all times to get away with that now.âÂ
To you it was meant as a joke, but to Theon it was anything but. âNo. Youâre just going to make the rest of us watch as you do it slowly over time.âÂ
You didnât argue. He didnât elaborate. Theon was right but you had no defence, excuse or otherwise to refute it. The only good memories you had left, the only things you found to give any breathe in your lungs were marred in only doing it beacuse you were weak. At least that was what it felt like.
Bear Island was a far more beautiful Island then Dragonstone. Cliff sides of rock that were naturally carved into the thick trees surrounding each clearing of land and water that splashed against them or poured down from pools pocketing the surface. The air was as crisp as ever and the faint misting of water against those rocky shores poured back down onto the boat.Â
You always loved that mist. In the heat of summer it was a refreshing reprieve from how thick the air was that only ever faded the closer to Kingâs Landing you sailed. Calm waters in a dense and busy port that was as loud and crowded as it was hot. This wasnât that, you jumped down from your perched place and braced both hands onto the edge of the boat to look over the coming Keep with wider eyes.Â
The last time you looked out to the water shining in the sun also painted in your mind, and you felt a twisting in your stomach and the freezing that followed as it bled out in minutes. Suddenly there was a lot less calm, and far more creeping dread inside that you could feel yourself growing dizzy from itâs volume.Â
As the ship finally docked, you inhaled with your eyes firmly shut for a moment before turning to rejoin the world. Meeting Jonâs eyes as you both made your way to the middle, there was a moment of just firm understanding for the meeting to come. Whatever this was, you had to do it together it was the only way.Â
He didnât put a hand on you as he gestured politely for you to pass, but he could easily see the unusual amount of tension strung high in your shoulders. A few guards coming to greet you as Jon took the mantle up to introduce you both by proper name. Keeping it as unmessy as possible with titles now that you both know what of that loomed. Â
It was strange though, realizing for the first time you had never heard Jon refer to you as anything but a Baratheon. Hearing Stark felt wrong coming from him, but you werenât sure why, not realizing it was just as strange for him to say it. You as a Stark felt like a different person then the one he knew for so many years, but yet in the quiet and dark you were exactly that same Baratheon he remembered.Â
If there was talking around you or Jon, neither of you really noticed it. Conversation scattered behind you both between four behind you, who other then now would never have conceived of meeting and ahead two people who knew each other far better then this hurtful silence had any right being attached too.Â
Tormund and Theon finding a strange array of things to talk about, both coming from cultureâs with some of the most bloodshed focused of traditions. Davos and Selyse alongside them, much more quiet but still civil and calm. If any of them noticed the oddity that was the painful silence between you and Jon, none spoke of it.Â
Coming up to the steps of the castle, you tried not to glance beside you, not to notice the way the mist of the shores had his curls sitting a little less wild in itâs dampness. And biting your tongue with a glare to nothing trying very much to ignore the images in your head and memories your body was asking to relive.Â
But as he turned to you, if Jon noticed the intentions behind your already watching eyes he didnât address it. Voice low and in a bit of comfort to your own, sounded the faintest hint of unsure. âHope you and I know the Mormontâs as well we think.âÂ
Easing those same nerves as you were led inside you nodded to the sword at his side. âI wasnât the one who was trusted to be given their ancient sword.âÂ
His own tone was more teasing, as was the glint in his eyes looking back at you. âAnd Iâm not the one they followed into war calling a Queen.âÂ
Your eyes now on the halls in front, missing the genuine smile you got from him. âWould be a bit strange if they started calling you a Queen, Snow.â That was a small jest he felt it had been a long time since he had heard from you. Always calling him that only when you were in your own gentle teasing mood, yet it was never even possible to match the levels he could dish to you in particular.Â
Still, something about how easily the lightness slipped from your mouth, felt like hope.Â
Alysane Mormont looked remarkably like a younger version of her mother. Tall and large with a bright look in her eye as she stood behind the one sitting in the desk. This one you heard of more, the youngest, Lyanna sat very small and young at only ten. Alysane was older, but seemed to be giving the youngest a chance at being in charge as she watched her carefully.
At least until Jon went to greet them both. Which was when the older one spoke up looking at you with a squint. âNever thought weâd see a Queen in our halls. Let alone a dead one.âÂ
Her tone was light, but gods was the look and air shared between you and Jon anything but. You wanted to be intimidating, wanted to put on the best face but you knew their mother and you knew it wasnât stilted formality the older woman had responded too.Â
Your own glance to Alysane with a raised eyebrow, âI never thought Iâd wake up after dying. We both get to experience something new.â It was very easy to see her mother in her, letting her sister take the reigns but she watched with something like a fondness as you softened a bit. âI also know Dacey wasnât given the same chance, and Iâm sorry.âÂ
Little Lyanna was as quick as she had been described. âIt wasnât you who killed her.âÂ
You wanted none of that, looking more seriously at her. âNo, I didnât. But someone should take responsibility for it, and she called me Queen which means itâs me to take that blame.âÂ
Her eyes narrowed with a strange look to you, as Alysane turned to look beside you. âYouâre here, which means this is Jon Snow, I take it? The Kingâs brother.âÂ
It was heavy between both of you, and his voice was rough as he spoke. âI am. I also served under your Uncle at Castle Black, my lady. I was his steward.âÂ
Lyanna watched, but it was recognition in her sisterâs eyes that was of interest. Glancing down only for a second to where the hilt of Longclaw could be seen, before glancing back up to look at him with something that certainly made the air feel a little more interesting. âLast I heard you were named Lord Commander after him. Whatâs Lord Commander of the Nightâs Watch doing at our Queenâs side all the way here?âÂ
You narrowed your eyes, as she certainly would know. But Jon didnât play along with whatever game the ladies were trying to set up as he looked to Lyanna. âWeâre here to ask for your help. I know Stannis Baratheon tried to pledge your house to his army, and I was shown your response, Lady Lyanna. Bear Island knows no King, but the King in the North. Whose name is Stark.âÂ
Moment of weakness, your eyes flickered over to him. Standing tall and sure it was easy to see why heâd be chosen as Lord Commander. Even in deep quiet tones, he spoke as a leader.Â
âNow I may not be a Stark in name, but Robb was my brother, and the home and Kingdom he died for is being torn apart by the Boltons. And I also know that the same man who murdered him and shoved a knife in her stomach.â Jon gestured to you with something of a controlled anger in his voice and clear as day on his face. âKept your Queen as their prisoner, and spent almost a year being tortured by them beyond anything you can imagine. Roose and Ramsay Bolton cannot be allowed to keep Winterfell, and as long as they do, the North will continue to suffer. With Robb gone, that means it is my duty to stop them.âÂ
Unseen by most of the party, but as Ser Davos stood to the side there was a bit of a proud smile trying to fight itâs way onto his face. Jon was not quite as stubborn as Stannis had seemed to think.Â
The younger one glancing to her sister before turning back to the pair of you with her own doubtful eyes. âYou mean to protect the North, but you bring wildlings into our land, and one into my home?âÂ
 An eyebrow raised on you, âForgive me, my lady but it seems you might be misunderstanding what we are here for.â All eyes turned to you as you found something of a voice, âJon and I are not here to ask you to make friends. The Free Folk and the Nightâs Watch have been fighting each other for thousands of years and yet now there is an army of them on the mainland who followed Jon all this way because they understand this is more important then who our enemies were before.âÂ
Something in you couldnât let it passed. Something deep that remembered, as you sat against the bars in an unknowing shock, staring at the corpse of the man next to you. And in the worst of that moment, it was Tormund who came to sit at your side. Who helped you stand and regain your focus to do what needed to be done that day. âBoth of these men fought against each other, murdered men on the other side of their fight but now they stand here together because they understand that if we canât protect the North from each other then we cannot protect it from whats coming.âÂ
A silence was thick in that room. âAnd what exactly is coming, your grace?âÂ
You could see the visions and dreams of cold and ice but it was Jon who answered for you. âSummer is over, and winter isnât just coming, my lady. Itâs already here. And when the worst of it hits, so will the dead, and with them, the Others.â Both women shared a look, but there was no amusement in any of the eyes in the room standing before them. Jonâs own was filled with a haunting memory. âI went to Hardhome beyond the wall to bring the free folk south, because the Others are awake, and theyâre building their own army. I saw them, I fought them, I even killed one of them and when it was all over I watched every single person who died stand up beside them.âÂ
Stepping forward to the desk, there was an undeniable determination in his eyes that made both Mormonts almost shrink back from itâs intensity. His palms leaning against the desk to properly look the more defiant one on equal ground. âIf we canât protect the North from ourselves, then when the Others come, we wonât stand a chance. The free folk have attacked Bear Island many times over I know that, they held me prisoner in their own lands where at any moment he,âÂ
He turned partially, gesturing to Tormund behind him, âor any of the others I was with were ready to kill me the second they realized I wasnât on their side. But now heâs trusted his people with me, because we cannot fight a war amongst ourselves and expect there to be enough of us to fight the only one that matters. Thereâs no hiding from this. We have to fight, and we have to do it together. All of us.â
Alysane looked at you with a questioning gaze that you almost willed her not to bring up. Letting Lyanna prove her valour and stand her ground in making a choice for her people, and it was a relieving feeling when the small girl looked up at Jon almost impressed. âHouse Mormont has kept faith with House Stark for thousands of years. And we will not break faith today.âÂ
Jon nodded, standing up straighter. âThank you, my lady. But Iâm not asking you on behalf of House Stark. Iâm only asking you to protect the North we both grew up in, not for my family, and not for any oaths you swore to them. Iâm a Northerner just like you, all Iâm asking is you fight beside me as one as well.âÂ
Your eyes slipped shut. You knew she was going to say it, and it was precisely why you wanted Jon to understand exactly what this was going to be. Alysane was the one who likely knew it, if not both the surely the now eldest daughter she would know. âAre you though?âÂ
Jon turned his head to her, a confusion in his own eyes that slipped to a well hidden realization. If he were to be honest if you had asked, he had almost forgotten about that conversation. It was a little too easy, almost embarrassingly so to forget that conversation when he was torn between this coming wars and trying very hard not to obsess like an animal over how to fix things between you.Â
But as she spoke, you could feel all four pairs of eyes turn to you from behind as Jon looked at Alysane. Perhaps you should have warned them of this as well. âOnly asking us a Northerner? The King in the North we chose was your brother. My mother brought our men to fight for Robb Stark against the Lannisters, my eldest sister was killed the same night the Freys and Boltons killed the King, and his Queen.â Her eyes were curious and it painfully reminded you of the knowing look Maege Mormont had given you when you realized she knew you were hiding being with child.Â
Your voice was a bit cracked, as Jon took a step back now closer to your side then he was when this meeting first started. Speaking, you tried not to think about how comforting being close to him currently felt. âIf you would like Lady Alysane, Jon and I could stand here and show you the scars that killed us both if you are with doubt of our story or intentions, though it might be a tad indecent in front of your younger sister.â
They had heard rumours of you, but not of him and yet not a single one in your own group looked as if it were untrue or merely a joke. House Mormont was your best shot, and you knew you had to lay our cards out on the table as plain as possible. No matter how uncomfortable.Â
For a moment she looked taken back, âYour grace that was not..â She glanced between you both with something in her eyes that looked just like the awing fear many had thrown you and Jon at Castle Black and amongst the free folk. âIt was not my intention to doubt, we have no reason to think either of yourselves would come to us with lies. My mother trusted you, and my uncle you.â Nodding to you then Jon respectively. âI merely mean he isnât just asking us as a Northerner-â
You could still see two faces, one on Jons of a stunned feeling when you told him, and the other of Robb as there was nothing but confidence and love as he made it clear to all of his decision. You were quiet, and Jon was thankful you spoke for him this time. âHelp us reclaim the North first. Nothing is as important as this fight, right now. The Boltonâs will soon know we are coming for them and we need as much of the North together as we can for when we come to their doors.âÂ
The two Mormonts shared a look. Lady Lyanna looking up to both of you, âI can give you sixty two of my our own household guard, and whatever of our own men my mother can provide you with.âÂ
Your eyes perked up slightly, as did a jolt in your heart. She was one you did not know the fate of. âIs she currently available to meet with ourselves?âÂ
Alysane tilted her head in question, âShe should be returning to the keep by nightfall, left us in charge while she rallied up men as soon a she got your raven, your grace.â You and her both looked at each other with a unique little moment of glee. Alysane had heard much of you, not just as a Queen, but as someone who her mother clearly considered a most valuable friend. âWe can provide you all with food and room for the night if you are willing to wait here for her return.âÂ
Grey eyes found yours, and in your single nod, Jon wasnât sure but he seemed to sense exactly what it was you were saying. Or more, you seemed to understand his silent question and agreed. âYouâre very kind, we would be glad too.âÂ
A small comment from Davos, that it seemed, managed to make the little Lyanna smile a bit more like the child she was. âIf these men are half as ferocious as you two, the Boltons are doomed.â
It was just as you were departing, did Alysane call for you once more. Turning back into the room you looked expectantly. âThere is a man in your group, one who looks an awful lot like Theon Greyjoy.âÂ
She said nothing else of the matter, but you didnât even move to fully face her as you spoke with a quiet sternness. âThat would be beacuse he is, my lady.â Asking why you would allow him here with his life you didnât even blink. âIt was the sentence given by both the King in the North and myself for Theon to be brought to him for execution. And now he stands by my side with his head intact. I will only ask you trust that means his crimes have been paid for, and mention it no more.âÂ
It was that very one who was turned back to watch as you finally followed, and for just a moment you both looked to the other with a distant unsettled feeling. These people will have no idea just what heâd been through and how many times over it paid for his crimes. But as you nodded for him to move forward along side you, you figured that if they could trust wildlings through Jon they could trust Theon through you.
Nightfall seemed to bring storm clouds onto Bear Island. The gold of the evening fading out as you considered if it was worthwhile to bother heading inside. Not on the side of too dark, but the wind picked up as soon no doubt rain would splatter onto the waters you were looking out at in a matter of time.Â
Deepwood Motte was where you would descend on next and reports were still accurate, Ironborn likely still sat deep in the area and getting House Glover on your side would require a fight no doubt. It felt like a lifetime seen youâd seen any kind off violence on fair battle, more so making you wonder if you even had it in you anymore. This wasnât the same unified fight as it once was, this was a scattered group desperate to unify before it was too late. Group of people who were struggling to find harmony when there was no question of that the first time.Â
Everything this time around already started in something broken. A cause that you had to convince people of, from two people who could barley look at each other by now. All this talk of what was meant and destined, but it all felt so disjointed the second you two were alone. You never used to be this way, it was always so easy being with Jon.Â
If you were being true to yourself, you were fairly certain that the night before this all kicked off was the first time either of you had ever even argued. Normally finding little to even disagree on, and it wasnât something you enjoyed doing. You liked getting to the point or just shutting it out until it simmered but then he kept talking and you couldnât keep it to yourself. You had spoken more today then the entire journey to get to Bear Island from Castle Black.Â
Maybe you could slink way in the rain, disappear and him to lead this fight as a true leader on his own and find success within that.Â
Enough time had passed all on your own that you hadnât noticed until the sun begun to set. Didnât notice that you had missed any appearance in a meal. Your back laid flat on the edge of a stone walls, just looking out to the lands and water, hoping when it rained you would melt with it.Â
Jon really should have known better. He knew Tormund was trying to poke at him, trying to set off something that the man knew he was holding back and yet he still let it get to him. Earlier that day, there was no other reason he was making such direct eye contact with him across the camp other then to burn that part of Jonâs insides that hated seeing someone else with you so freely.
He had never had that, and he still didnât. He could, it didnât seem like many objected to the idea and even noticed on his part. Uncomfortably he was well aware of the curious stares your mother had been giving him, and he had no idea how to feel about that. Like every Baratheon in your family, Selyse was incredibly hard to read beyond such a stoned expression and sharp but watchful eyes. Even moreso now that much of this group had stuck together since arriving, but like you, she was very quiet.
He had known the woman seemed to be pushing you to some ideas of destiny. It was that of a trick he did, but having no idea where you were, Jon focused enough. Just the right amount of energy that never stopped feeling bone chilling when it happened. If he did it now it would be even stranger, Ghost being on the mainlands and none would know it was Jon through his eyes. But he trusted them to keep peace without having to babysit.Â
You however, he was started to think he should just chain you to him for how often you slunk away on your own. Missing the offer of food from the Mormonts, no one knew where you were. And it was that damned orange haired smug smile of Tormund's as he looked to Jon, âAye, she probably just needs the right kind of company. If no one else objects-âÂ
Jon took it upon himself to stand abruptly from the table with a deep grumble as he glared. âNo need. Iâll go.â Before walking out without waiting for any response. He never had to deal with what this was. It was different with Robb, neither of you chose that and Jon left before he was forced to watch whatever it turned into. Until he did, but from what he knew now that youâd seen a fair share of your own.Â
Jon knew why it was more difficult for you. Neither you nor Robb had any choice, it was a surprise to everyone and you made the best of what you were dealt. He wasnât lying when he said he wanted you and Robb to love each other and he was proud his brother did find someone who made him happy. But no one involved got to choose, there was no freedom there.Â
But he never talked about Ygritte, and all you could gather was whispers from others and what the gods had unfairly chosen to show you. All you had seen, was Jon finding something with her that he could never have with you. Ygritte herself tried to argue with him that this was freedom, he could choose to do whatever he wanted and it didnât matter what they were long as they had each other.Â
Freedom of course, coming at the cost of Jonâs well being. It took a very long time for him to admit the truth to himself and even now it felt pathetic to say. But it was her, or death. Nothing else. Prove your worth they said, and proving it was to give her the one thing Jon had spent years dreaming of sharing with you. Convince himself it was good just because of how it felt, telling himself because sometimes he saw the amusing sides of her that that was the true picture.Â
But then you asked him that final night and the last of his lies snapped and he let it all explode between the two of you. You had gone to the top of the wall before, looking out to the North one last time in the freezing cold. âI should take you to see how strange it looks from the South during the daytime in some places.âÂ
âI think I already have.âÂ
Posed on the edge of the bed he looked up to you, both of your minds trailing to that strange moment thousands of miles away from each other. Eyes wide before something uncomfortable sat in his chest and moved to his heart. Swallowing with a nod he dropped his head. âRight.â He didnât in that moment know why he spat it out, but he did. âI didnât love her. Ygritte..I didnât love her.â
You paused mid movement, turning away from him as your brows narrowed, mumbling. âIt isnât my business if you did.â Jon trying to call your name, get you to look at him but you just shook your head facing away from him. âShe was someone you could be with, could be together with. I wouldnât blame you.âÂ
Jon sighed, trying to get you to look at him but you just kept looking away. You werenât malicious, or cruel, or even going for something with an agenda. It was an innocent, quiet question. âWhy not? Love her I mean. Why not?âÂ
It was unfair to let it out on you but he did. âYouâre really asking me why I didnât love her? You?âÂ
Turning around it was obvious you were confused, but he barrelled on through your protests of confusion at his anger. âYouâre the only person Iâve ever loved my entire life. Do you really think the second youâre gone Iâm going to just fall for the first woman who comes along? That I forgot about you that easy?â You tried saying his name but he was getting louder, and he knew he needed to pull it back but it wasnât really you he was looking at.Â
It was a far more defiant face who pushed him and pushed him all day long until she broke him enough that he relented, and then every support she gave him was in value of something Jon never was or wanted to be. An anger in her own eyes that you never even came close to looking at him with, and a combative attitude that was exhausting, and would constantly strip away at his own self worth.Â
Standing up, he saw your guarded expression as you barley blinked or moved only for it to look like her smug smirk that mocked him relentlessly until he was exactly what she wanted. âSpending every night having to put my own direwolf between us beacuse sheâd spend the whole time trying to get close to me, mocking me for never sleeping with a woman just because it was the one string she could pull at and get a reaction? Are those the things I should have fallen in love with?âÂ
You didnât know these things, and he knew that.Â
âOr was it when every single person in their camp wanted me dead and the only way I could protect my own life, was to send Ghost away because I knew heâd never let her near me if he stayed? Or how the only reason I even could stand touching her was beacuse I kept seeing you in my head instead?â He was right in front of you by that point and you hadnât moved what so ever. He wasnât even sure you had blinked. âThatâs the person you think I should've fallen in love with after you? A girl who didnât respect a single thing about me, and was only letting me stay alive beacuse she took everything I had left to defend myself and made me fuck her against my will.â
He never said it out loud like that, and as soon as he did, Jon felt something twist inside of him he did not like. Something that felt sickening. And as you looked at him with soft eyes that he wanted to fall into, he instead let his head spin and skin feel filthy.Â
You softly muttered his name, âJon..â
Jon had refused to let himself come any closer. Turning around and running a hand over his mouth looking at the floor before you. âYgritte took everything from me that I always wanted to give to you, and then had me tricking myself into thinking it was real only as long as it kept me alive. And while I was lying to myself about being with her, you and Robb were murdered. When I finally got away, I tried to play off her feelings and say she wouldnât hurt me because she loved me and it got me shot full of arrows and dreaming about you in a pool of your own blood only to wake up and find out it was real.âÂ
Clearly you were trying to keep an even tone in your whisper. âWhy not tell someone the truth?âÂ
He glared at you, when you didnât deserve it voice deep as it rasped out, âNo one would believe me. A man of the Nightâs Watch letting a wildling girl take advantage of him? The only person who wouldâve cared about any of it was dead, and when I finally get her back in front of me, she tells me Iâm wasting my time trying to love her again. You think that makes me feel good?âÂ
You bit your tongue, and Jon hadnât quite grasped until later that it was your own nightmares flashing through your mind, showing exactly why you werenât worth someone like him. You had always held him in a higher regard then he thought he deserved, and he knew you were still doing it now. Only now it was with a lot more pain.Â
âI wasnât trying to..I didnât know..Iâm sorry.âÂ
It was tense in the air, and something needed to break before it all was thick enough to choke on. Jon did it first as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Neither of you looking at each other. âI know you loved Robb, and he loved you. I wanted you both to and Iâm happy you loved each other when you had the chance. But I never wanted to love anybody but you, and I never will. So donât stand there and tell me I deserved to love someone who stood against every kindness you ever showed me.â
You could only whisper you were sorry, before you walked out. And he hadnât seen you until morning, a stiff, steeled expression in your eyes and posture. Jon felt a lot of regret, you didnât deserve to be yelled at for the things Ygritte did, but you were nothing if not an expert at avoiding him these past days.Â
And it wasnât until you two walked up to the Keep of Bear Island did he feel like he was slowly getting a bit you back. Now as he looked for you, natural instincts told him where to look. Along the edges of the Keep closer to the water where the setting sun lay and brushing storm clouds were swooping in from.Â
You always liked cliff sides and waterâs edge. No doubt a time from growing up on Dragonstone, and so Jon begun searching along each corner for you, trying to run around in his mind figuring out how to ease you into an apology. How to make it better for yelling at you, even though a sinking part of him had a feeling that you would just forgive him without question.Â
Not wanting to risk making him mad, and he could only angrily think of how cruel Ramsay was to you to try and beat that little spark and tough fire inside of you down to nothing like this. And how he would even begun putting that flame back like you deserved. You brought Jon back both in life and spirit and he wouldnât stop until he did the same for you, no matter how you chose to accept him in your life anymore.Â
Rounding one corner is when he spotted you, leaning back with your arms crossed against a pillar near a set of stairs as your eyes were trained hard on the road in the distance. Slowly Jon came up just behind you, seeing the horses in the distance and the galloping of what sounded like a fair number of them. âWhere are the others?âÂ
Glancing back to you, there was almost a hint of anticipation in your eyes that for a moment almost looked childlike. It was strange, both of you so far away having found something of different companionship in the two eldest Mormonts. Leaning his head a bit closer to you, rumbling a bit quietly in your ear. âHopefully making sure Tormund doesnât scar Lady Lyanna for life.âÂ
You smirked a small bit, your mood having lightened somewhat since arriving. Even from what he could see, just being on the ship sent you at ease more. âFrom what Iâve seen Iâm not sure thereâs much that scares any of them.âÂ
âThere is one thing.â His voice low and serious, you both glanced to each other in a knowing that convincing these people to fight a war against their enemies is one thing. Making the rest of the North believe in the rest was another.Â
Your eyes softened a bit looking at him before you seemed to realize how long you had been, fluttering them back to the growing distance. âYou were impressive back there. In that meeting. Leadership suits you.âÂ
Unlike you, Jon felt no need to hide the returning look to you and keep it there for far longer then would normally be considered appropriate. âIâm glad someone thinks so.â Your posture stiffened for only a second with almost panic swirling in your eyes before letting it deflate in a shaking exhale Jon knew you were hoping he didnât see.Â
The numbers that gathered were easily groups that were in the hundreds. The woman in front climbed down from a great horse, standing tall and large in stature with a harsh face that squinted as she looked up to both of you before settling on your own person.Â
Ascending the stairs together, Jon watched the woman look you over before a great smile came over her. âGods be good, the rumours are true.â You stood a few feet away from her with as much composure as you always had before the larger woman came forward closer to look at you closer. âWe never thought youâd be a face weâd ever be seeing again, your grace.â
Only in a single second, the larger woman barrelled you in a large hug, one that she almost laughed into and Jon could see something tight and relieved in your own grip. Pulling you back by your forearms as she looked at you, Jon clearly seeing a smirk plastered on both almost like family. If he were being honest, it felt like a reunion you should have had with your actual mother.Â
The woman with such a casualness, âAnd you still look just as shit as the last time I saw you.âÂ
Your tone was light, something much more like a genuine smile coming over the rest of your face as you breathed out from a laugh, âHappy to see youâre still around to keep all those beasts at bay.â As you leaned in for one more embrace, you seemed to have whispered something to her as when the woman turned to look at Jon, there was already a realization in her eyes she was keeping to herself as you stepped back between them.
Her gesturing towards him with her head in a playful glint. âNow, you going to introduce me to the handsome lad or what?âÂ
Coming closer to accept her now outstretched hand, âJon Snow, my lady. Iâm-â
The casual interruption with what she already knew already reminded him of the Old Bear. So nonchalantly would toss information at him Jon didnât even know how the man found out. âIâve heard all about you. Youâre Robb Starkâs brother.â Stepping back he nodded as she glanced at him with a curiousness in her eye. âYou also served under my brother up at the Wall.âÂ
âI did. He was a good man, deserved better then how he died.âÂ
You seemed to glance between them with a narrowed expression before turning to Maege with a more steeled expression once more. âI will go let your daughters know youâve arrived back. Bring your men here up to speed while Iâm at it.âÂ
He didnât say anything, but there was a look in Jonâs eye trying to pull you back to him. To stop you from running away but as you ascended the steps with a few of those who rode up with some familiarity, Jon was beginning to think he was going to have to corner you to just get you to stay in one place. Not realizing he had been watching for far too long as Maege stepped closer to beside him. âNow I know itâs not me that womanâs running away from.â
There was a curious pointed look in her eye that Jon didnât respond too. Trying to speak through a vaguely nervous tick of clearing his throat. âSheâs been through a lot, still adjusting to some things.âÂ
Maege hummed as she looked at him for another moment before beckoning him to follow her up the steps. âIt know too well it wonât help much, but Iâm sorry about your brother.â His eyes flickered to the side to a knowing distant pain in the older womans. âHearing your brother got butchered by his own men thousands of miles away from where you could even try to help. Awful way to die, awful way to find out they died.âÂ
Turning down a path to overlook the waters you likely had just been waiting around she added, âThough, you two also know what that feels like first hand donât you?â Jonâs heart skipped a beat under the hole above it to remind him. A bit of a chuckle left her at the rigid response given. âBrother was Lord Commander for a long time, I still know men there who keep me in the know. Should I even bother asking how either of you survived or is that why our jumpy Queen there seems so keen on not looking at you?âÂ
Jon swallowed harshly, looking down as his palms braced gently on the stone wall in front of them brows narrowed. âI donât know how she did it, or if sheâs even sure it was her. But Iâve seen her scar and I know thereâs no way she didnât bleed out in minutes.â His voice was rough, and his chest felt heavy at the delirious dreams as he was unconscious seeing it for the first time. âOr why Iâm walking around after getting a knife shoved in my heart, but weâre both here and we know as long as the Boltons are allowed to control the North we canât protect anyone when they come.â
If there was only one thing that could truly haunt Jon in such a dread filled way it was that day. The sight of just how many free folk stood up beside the Others with glowing blue eyes. Staring one of them down feeling as cold and hopeless as ever, knowing that he could cut down as many as them as he could but with the numbers they awoke? If the North stayed this torn apart, Jon wasnât going to be able to protect anyone.Â
All that was between them was the splashing of water against the rocks before she spoke up, quiet in tone but with a deeper conviction. âWe all followed your brother into war before he he fought his first battle, chose him as our King after the Lannisters murdered your father. Because we believed in him. You lead these men and reclaim the North? Theyâll follow you no matter what comes for us beyond that Wall.â
This was why you warned him, it was inevitable. âIâm not here to ask anyone as a King-â
Confidence seeped into her voice. Looking at him with a knowing glint that reminded Jon all too much of the Old Bear. âThe King didnât name you his heir against our will. The two of them came to us with no arguments. Youâre Ned Starkâs son and you were his brother and that was all he needed be sure he wanted it to be you. They both did. They both knew you deserved what he had and if none of us thought the same it wouldnât have been such a damn quick meeting to sign off on it.âÂ
His heart screamed heavy at him, jealous of Robb for so much, for so long that the mere idea that in the end he wanted Jon to succeed him simply because they were brothers put a stop in his throat. Not arguing of politics or duty, but that he wasnât just forgotten at the wall from his brother. He had missed Jon as much as Jon missed Robb, and in his death only could find one final thing to give to his brother hoping to bring him back home.Â
It was a weak argument, and she sniffed it out right as he said it. âYou still have her, sheâs still your Queen to follow.âÂ
Maege smiled at that. âAye, but she doesnât want to be our leader. Knows as well as I do that no matter what people try to say, she isnât her father. Holding that weight up by herself is too much for her, and I could take a guess what sorts of things the Boltons did to her, I think leading us all on her own would crush her. She and your brother worked so well because they were a team. She trusted him much as he did her to the point itâs easy to forget sheâs not even a Northern sometimes.âÂ
But what kind of King could Jon ever be compared to Robb? He couldnât imagine any kind of admiration as he knew Robb had earned from these people, he was ready to lead them into a war of survival but somehow taking up Robbâs mantle as King was the thing that felt daunting.Â
But itâs what Robb wanted, and he knew it was what you wanted. You just refused to push him into something not knowing if he wanted it. You never pushed him into anything he may not want.
âYou didnât name Robb a King until he started winning battles. Least I can do is wait and see if I win my own this side of the Wall before I start thinking I deserve it.â Maege laughed, something under her breath muttering about you all being stubborn and he had an inkling he just may have started to sound like Robb himself.Â
There was quiet for a breathe, before she turned tune. âAlright, enough of that. Let me see it.âÂ
Jon looked over to her with a confused expression before she nudged him on the arm, gesturing to his side. âThe sword. Been some twenty years since I laid eyes on Longclaw, let me see the wolf.â Pulling it out from itâs sheath, Maege grabbed the hilt from him with a bright look.Â
The smile was wide as she turned the wolf head around to take it all in. âHe made it after your own direwolf, he said. Whatâs his name?â
Jon nodded, a small grin on his own face looking over the hilt himself. âGhost. When we found the direwolves, he was far away from the others, so quiet he never even made a sound. I have no idea how I even heard he was there.â His own memory fading back to when he first got Longclaw. Showing Ghost the hilt remade, and telling him with a grin how it was him. Even apart now only by a few miles of sea and land he found himself missing him.
Maege looking over the red jems as eyes with a fondness. âGods, it is good to see this thing finally getting some use after all this time.â Starting to hand it back to Jon, it seemed he made a mistake with what he said next.Â
âItâs an honour, being given the chance to use your families sword.â The look she gave him now really reminded Jon of the way the Old Bear would look at him sometimes. Like the way heâd look him down as if to say to get your shit together.Â
She all but bashed it into his chest for him to grab. âSeven hells. Do you really think that man went to all the trouble of remaking the entire bear hilt, re carving it, finding jems for those eyes only beacuse he assumed you were borrowing it?â Rolling her eyes, there was a fondness in her eyes as she looked at him. âThat sword spent over twenty years sitting up at the wall. Just mocking my brother beacuse it was just a reminder of how badly his son had disgraced this family.âÂ
Shaking her head, she looked out to the water. A deep memory painting over her. âWe all were sure it would stay up there until he died, and then it would just sit here in the Keep like some ancient artifact. But instead, he saw something enough in you not just to let you use it, but to give it to you.â Nodding to the hilt visible where it sat on his person. âHe didnât carve that wolf out so it could come back to us and just get re carved again. It was our families sword. Now, itâs yours. And whatever family you may decide you ever want. But donât be fooled, Jeor gave you that beacuse he believed in you, and because you deserved it. You Starks seem to be pretty bad at accepting youâre allowed to deserve good things.âÂ
If the emotional punch to the gut was noticeable in Jonâs hesitant pause, she didnât point it out. But she did something that Jon had only ever been used to from you. So casually grouping him in with House Stark without a second thought because you never really understood the point of seeing him as anything but one of them. And that was a habit Jon knew for certain, Maege Mormont could have only picked up from hearing you, even after all that time, still group him in with everyone else no matter what the world tried to say.Â
You never shied away from the fact that he was a Snow, but you never once kept his identity in your mind separate from the Starks. Stannis Baratheon had offered him Lord of Winterfell to be an ally, and make him a Stark in name. Something for years he always wanted.Â
And yet as you had stood there, telling him that the North, you, and that Robb had so easily decided they wanted him to be King in the North if anything happened to him. And that not once in that offer did you ever push him to take it, or that you wanted him to be anything but who he is. The fact that becoming a Stark wasnât part of Robb wanting Jon to be King, he thought to himself, meant more then being made a Stark by someone else.Â
Because Stark or not, to Robb, Jon Snow was his brother no matter what. And being King after him didnât require a formal deceleration of becoming one of the family. It was strange for Jon at this point in his life to realize that the brother Jon always thought was better and got a better deal in life, truly loved him with no hangups or clauses attached to it.Â
It was a Southern King that said only Jon Stark could be Lord of Winterfell. But it was his own brother who wanted Jon Snow to be King in the North after him.Â
And for some reason, all Jon could think to do in that small moment by himself, was to smile. It was always odd in his heart how much you had always seen Jon for exactly who you knew he could be, but it was a whole other thing to start realizing that the North he grew up in, just might be coming to that same conclusion as well.Â
But as he stood there, the storm clouds still debating amongst their own if it should bring rain over the setting sun, he thought of almost nothing but Robb. He wasnât there to protect him when it mattered most, but Jon knew he needed to do more to protect what of Robbâs was left.Â
Wherever his brother was now, Jon hoped that Robb trusted him with his wife. Because in the year since losing him, Jon knew you were left in a confused insurmountable amount of grief and pain that was only soaked in more blood and new torture. Leaving you in a darkness all alone, and someone needed to force you out of that pit before it took you away again forever. Â
You trust me with your kingdom, his silence spoke. Eyes slipping closed as he stood in the quiet, hoping Robb could hear his prayers. Now please, trust me with her heart. She fought in a war beside you, but this time, someone needs to be the one to fight for her, someone needed to stand in front of her, and tell her itâs okay to let me protect her.Â
You kept away from Jon because you were terrified of forcing things or feelings onto him that your tormented mind worried would no longer exist. But this pain between you was all out in the open now. You were honest and so was he. You needed someone to protect you instead of forcing you face these demons all on your own.
Jon hoped the crashing of water against the rocks, and the cold wind swirling around as it flew through his thick curls, was Robb answering his prayers with his blessing. Because Jon was going to do it anyways.Â
Walking to where you were to stay for the night, you felt mentally drained. The Mormonts were far too lively of a bunch to handle in your current state, and too many questions, looks, and stories being thrown around. Already before even reaching the door, you begun unlacing everything with the intent to throw it all on the ground like a petulant child.Â
But as you slipped into the door, you could see Jon leaning against the wall of the cozy room by the window. Your mind noticing the long grey shirt you normally never saw under the black and leather atop it, with some of his other things gently draped along the desk. Pausing without closing the door, you narrowed your eyes âI assume Iâm in the wrong room.âÂ
âYouâre not.âÂ
His voice was deep, but steady as his grey eyes were bright looking to you. Slowly you shut the door behind you, a confused furrow in your brows as you looked at him. Jon watched you with something so much softer then anything the past number of days, a look he was unafraid of letting you see in full opposed to the heavily guarded state you were still in.Â
Taking only a few steps in at a time, you slowly placed your own sword down beside his against the wall before finding yourself not knowing what to do. âAm I allowed to ask why in a place this big I canât be trusted with my own room?âÂ
Jonâs chuckle was deep, and a small smile full of a fondness as he met you more in the middle. Even as he was dressed down, and you still dressed properly you felt small in comparison. âMaybe you just canât be trusted to get a decent sleep all on your own.âÂ
A lightness in your chest burst out before you could even contemplate the playfulness in your eyes as you said it. âFunny thing to say, coming from a man who used to barley manage getting more then five hours half his life.âÂ
He watched you for a second, stripping you down of those barriers without a word before gesturing for you to put your back to face him. Not considering that you just followed that silent command without any question until his hands gently started to undo the rest of your outer layers. Trying to look back at him confused, âI can do this part just fine, you know.âÂ
The hum in your ear sent a small shiver down your spine as he rasped. âSo why are you letting me?â You could see the edges of his curls in the side of your vision but you had no answer for that other then to stand in the quiet and let him.Â
When you were just a tinge lighter, Jon stepped closer, so lightly running his hands down your arms you almost felt lightheaded at the sensation. Somehow so warm against the cold of the night air, your body relaxed enough to find the courage. âJon, about the other night-â
You almost gasped, feeling his chest press closer to your back, his voice rasping but soft, hands soothingly still running up and down. âDonât apologize. You asked me a question, and I yelled at you for something you couldnât possibly have known. You didnât deserve that, so let me be the sorry one.â A weight in your chest sunk down, a sting behind your eyes as you nodded. âGood. Because I want you to listen to what Iâm about to say.âÂ
He was braver then you, but if you werenât such a coward, youâd be temped to reach one of your hands to to grasp his. âOkay.â Only a breathless whisper came out.Â
Jonâs voice was as full of something heavy as you could feel in his heart. âRobb doesnât want you to feel this alone. You loved each other, and you always will but he doesnât want you to hate your life after him.â His hands stopped moving, but one of his thumbs continued to run across the fabric over your arm. âAnd you are not ruining my life by being here. I never thought Iâd get the chance to even see you again, but now weâre both here. And maybe the gods wanted it that way, maybe it just is the way it happened to work out by chance but I canât just stand back and watch you try to push me away because of whatâs broken up here.âÂ
One hand moved to gently tap at the side of your head, as you tried to pull away at the sensation. Only as you reached back to instinctively swat at his hand, Jon caught it in his, bringing it down to wrap your arm across your stomach still holding onto it, and pull you closer to him. âWhat I said, about you being with Ygritte I never would have....had I known I wouldnât have never suggested it.âÂ
Jon nodded against the back of your head, âWell now we both know. Thatâs what you were doing earlier right? Laying our cards out on the table for them to see, make sure they understand exactly what they would be getting into?â You nodded, your heart speeding up a bit. âI thought I lost you once, but this time Iâm never going to stop fighting for you. You deserve to have someone who loves you, but if you donât want it, if you donât want me like this,â The hand on your arm sliding up gently to trace over the sensitive skin of your neck as you shook out an exhale. âIâll never push you for anything, but we cannot hide from each other anymore. You need to tell me if you donât want this, but not beacuse you think you donât deserve it or because you wrongly think I donât want you.âÂ
You felt ready to cry if you were being honest, he made this too easy. To slip into a need to be close to him and not want anything else. âI will always love Robb,â Jon nodded as your eyes fluttered shut but when your heart didnât steady you had to say it anyways. âBut that never stopped with you, either.âÂ
His hands on you tightened the slightest, as you let out a small sigh when his lips so gently pressed to your neck. Jonâs tone husky as he spoke into another gentle kiss, âWill you let me do something for you? Is it alright if I make you feel good?âÂ
Heart about to explode, your mind so lightheaded you could pass out. Not sure if you could handle the roughness like that one night, not sure if it was a wolf at all you could take but you nodded. You trusted Jon.Â
He didnât push you further, he wanted to be gentle it seemed. Running his lips so gently over your neck without ever pressing any firmer, and his hands didnât grow rough in their touch as Jon gently pulled back enough to pull your shirt up and off your chest.Â
Dropping it where it lay, you shivered from the cold as he reached both hands down past your breasts to slowly run along the edge of your pants before pushing you to the bed, âSit down for me. Let me take care of you.âÂ
As you turned to sit, you could see the grey in Jonâs eyes was dark enough to look almost black as he carefully pulled the material off your body. Kneeling down before you as you were perched on the edge of the bed, he ran those same eyes all over your body with an intensity as you sat bare before him, still totally dressed.Â
Gently, your hands reached out. One running along the edges of his curls before dancing across the scratchiness of his facial hair, the other finding his shoulder as you sat up straighter. Your breaths growing in heaviness as you both watched the other carefully. Jon finally returning the gesture, running both of his hands along your cheeks before leaning up.Â
Your lungs stopped in the swiftness of the movement, your eyes fluttered shut only he didnât close the gap. Only traced the length of your nose with his, keeping you so close you could feel his breathe until he could sense the nerves simmer back down inside you. Both thumbs running over your cheeks as he exhaled shakily. âDoesnât seem real sometimes. Being allowed to have you this way. Spent all my life knowing Iâd have to give you up and it never got any easier.âÂ
Your hand ran through his hair more like a comb, nails raking smoothly along them but never tugging at each more wild tangle. Keeping his forehead pressed to you. âDo you remember what we talked about, that last night in front of the Weirwood?â Your brows narrowed trying to recall it, as you unintentionally drew his attention away as your nails scratched his scalp more. Jon pressed into you further, a distracted but satisfied hum deep in his chest almost like that of the wolf usually found at his side finding his voice again. âTalking about how weâd meet in a different life?âÂ
Slowly, Jon started to move his hands down. Keeping just as close knelt before you, but slowly letting his hands run down your neck and over your shoulders as his voice was a gentle rasp. âWe were way off, werenât we? Castle Black is a far cry from Highgarden.â Tracing his fingers over the sides of your breasts you tensed at the spark of touch, âItâs also far too cold to be summer. But maybe this as good of a new one as we will get.â With a touch as light as a feather he ran his thumbs over both your nipples, almost jumping at the feeling.Â
Your eyes opened to drift down to his shirt, the edges just far enough that you couldnât see the mark over his heart even though Jon could see the one on your stomach perfectly. Your eyes slipped back shut however, as his rough hands more fully grasped at your breasts, and the spark underneath swam more throughout your body and into your blood.Â
Sighing out high pitched, one of your hands slipped from him to grasp at the sheets below while the other wrapped more around the back of his neck into his curls. The movement naturally pulling your chest better up to his own level so one hand of his reached to hold steady at your hip before moving back to the task at hand. Opting to press his lips lightly to your collarbones.Â
Moving down slowly until the hand on one breast twisted so he could pull your nipple between his fingers as his mouth gently nibbled at the other. Your gasp far louder then the quiet of the room but it only spurred him on to bite a little harder, the other hand twisting a little firmer.Â
His last touch was so desperate, so raw and rough, that you felt dizzy in his arms this time around from how almost teasing it felt in comparison. Groping a little greedier as his lips found the same path until you let out a needy hiss at a harsher bite. Pulling back though, you gripped his hair a little tighter at the loss but Jon only gently shushed you. âLay down for me,â Trying to move to the main part of the bed he pulled you back by your hips, climbing up only enough to push you to lay down where you sat. Legs dangling off the side of the bed. âNo, no, stay just like this, right here.âÂ
Kissing your neck gently you couldnât tell if he was trying to be soft with you or if this was just a true cruel tease to draw out on your body. âJon,â Holding back a whine as he let his mouth trail back down to your breasts this time with more soothing presses of his lips and tongue to soothe the stinging bites he left. âCan I-â
âNo.â Your eyes shot open in surprise, but he only moved finally down between your breasts to kiss along your sternum. His facial hair scratching along your skin, the rawness mixing with his gentle touch making you want to whine. Barley letting his lips leave your skin long enough to speak. âI donât want you to do anything,â You could have cried a how lightly he ran his lips along the scar before pressing a kiss to the very top of your mound. âI just want to taste you.âÂ
You swallowed heavily, his hands moving to your thighs as you felt a strange beating in your heart like nerves. âI donât..why would you-âÂ
Trying to soothe your nerves he rasped, âWeâve done this part before, darling.â You could remember the feeling, but it was so sudden, so animalistic you could barley comprehend it at the time in between the shock of him even standing before you. âAm I the only one to ever do this with you?â When you nodded, he kissed the same spot before kneeling on the ground where you could feel his breath between your legs.Â
Jon kept it to himself, but he felt proud of himself for still being able to find ways of being your first after all these years apart.Â
Slowly moving your legs to rest over his shoulders, Jon grasped at your hips to keep you steady before kissing a path up your inner thighs. One side, then the other as you let a needy whine out. Jon never once wavered, keeping his mouth always attached to something between your legs until a small kiss was left to your clit. The second you cried out at the feeling, the desire spilled over for him.Â
Jon sucking your clit with his own need this time, before moving to run his tongue flat down along your folds. Humming in his throat as he licked right back up as he held your arching hips in place. Eager brushes gently at your clit in between nibbling grasps between his teeth until you were shaking in around him and you were soaked from it. Those same gentle brushes of his tongue moved back down, and finally letting him move his mouth to your cunt as he wanted.Â
This time, it was a bit more as you recalled. His facial hair burning between your legs as he kissed and licked inside of you. Only instead of a starving, vicious wolf, he was licking and drinking everything you granted his mouth as if between your legs was treasured oasis crafted only for him.Â
Your head fell back into the sheets as you moaned, small whines along with it of his name as your hands grasped the sheets beside you. Between your own breathlessness, all that was heard in the room was the soaking sounds of Jonâs tongue inside of you.Â
Never rushing it, never even trying to push you to an orgasm. Only drinking between you with a slow, steady pace that had you trying to not let tears fall out from how good it felt. Letting a hand dance up to gently run though his hair, he held a bit tighter and made what felt like a vibrating growl into your cunt at the sensation you tested the waters and did it again, to the same reaction.Â
Moving your hips to pull more into his mouth you were almost lifted slightly above the sheets as you cried out, the core inside of you burned so hot and twisted so tight but he just kept such a slow pace, such a leisurely taste that it never reached itâs peak just when you thought it may. Â
Your breathing almost a faint hyperventilating as you almost couldnât get any air he pulled it all right out with each brush of his tongue that ran along such sensitive walls. His nose nuzzling against your clit that had you cry much louder, back arching more but he just ran his tongue inside of you greedier then before.Â
This was for you, but it also was for him truly.Â
You werenât really sure how long he kept you there, but it was a while. Quite a while, like he couldnât stop himself from leaving between your legs. Each time you were poised at an orgasm he would pull back, slow down until you calmed down in his touch and once more his mouth would return to licking you back to that peak and take it away again. You already had lost count how many times he had done it.
It was long enough that even in the cold air, you felt a sweat forming over your body as you knew there too were tears at the side of your eyes spilling over. âJon, please, gods please youâre so good..âÂ
You werenât even sure what you were saying but it made him shudder against you. Finally, in what felt like the slowest growth of your orgasm yet, this time as Jonâs mouth and tongue coaxed you to that edge he let you fall off it. Your core snapping with a pleasure of only his name and his arms keeping you pressed firmly against his mouth.Â
You writhed against him as the sparks jolted your entire body and he just kept between you, taking everything you gave him with greed until you were jumping at the stimulation. Finally, Jon pulled away, kissing your clit, then your mound and once more your scar before leaning up over you.Â
Hovering just above, his eyes were blown wide open and pitch black, his own lips swollen and soaked as just looked down to you. âJon..please..kiss me?â
Eyes closing, he shuddered before shaking his head no. Swiftly moving up the bed, Jon pulled you into his arms, laying more on his side and keeping you cuddled into his chest while you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. His voice was raspy and deep, northern accent strong and thick as it slurred together into your own neck. âIf I kiss you now, Iâm going to lose it.âÂ
Running your hands through his hair, your brows narrowed. âItâs okay-â
âItâs not okay.â Sighing out as he clearly was trying to keep something contained as you only cuddled in his arms, him trying not to push you right back down and let his cock fill up your soaked cunt that very second. âRest for me, darling. Just for tonight.â If he was talking to you or himself, it was difficult to tell as he mumbled into your hair, âIâll always take care of you.âÂ
It was easy to fall asleep in his arms. Jon was warm, and never once let you out of his grasp. Keeping you in a safe bubble only encompassed by him.Â
Jon wasnât lying, he knew if he kissed you while you were bare in his arms, in a bed after already having spent well over two hours tasting you? He would have shoved you down onto the bed, spread your legs wide and fucked you deep, as many times as it took until he had absolutely nothing left to spill inside of you, but he wanted to take his time. He already took you like an animal, now he wanted to ease you back into it with a tenderness, with love.Â
Despite trying, he, himself didnât sleep very much that night. It was hard to sleep when he was too busy enjoying how soft and pliable you were in his arms. In your sleep, your hand drifted up to rest along his heart and he pressed a hand there to hold you against him gently. Kissing your hair once more before giving himself a chance to at least try to get some sleep. One thing had not changed since your early years together at least.Â
It still took an immense amount of will power for Jon to treat you with a gentle innocence when you made the wolf in his blood run hot and possessive at all times.Â
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Submission Part 4: Edge
Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 1 Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules Submission Part 3: Obedience
Summary - You sit in Professor Lupin's lap as he edges you with his fingers. You end up losing your v-card to him as well. (5,013 words)
Warnings - smut, teacher/student relationship, heavy D/s undertones, professor/sir kink, rules, fingering, LOTS of "good girl" and "Yes, Sir", age gap obviously, loss of virginity, teasing, edging, mentions of bruises and marking, very light innocence kink if you squint, choking, my grammar (english is not my first language).
Notes - This is not proof-read. So sorry for being MIA. I was burnt out from university and stuff. I still am but I wanted to finish this. I also have 5 hours of sleep left before I have to get up as I am writing this lol. This one is a bit different as I tried to incorporate more of how Remus feels and thinks.
Left alone in the quiet confines of his quarters, Remus sat back in his armchair, his mind racing. He was more than aware that what he was doing was dangerous, was wrong. He was aware of the risks, the potential fallout if you were ever discovered. His career, his reputation, everything could be destroyed in an instant.Â
Yet, that day you came to him, desperate for guidance, for dominance, he couldn't say no. There was an undeniable attraction, a pull towards you that he couldn't ignore. He knew that if it hadn't been him, it would have been someone else. Someone inexperienced, someone who could take advantage of your vulnerability, your innocence, and it filled him with a protective rage. He preferred having you explore this part of yourself with him, in a safe environment where he could ensure your consent...or at least that's what he liked to tell himself. Â
Remus had always prided himself on his self-control, his restraint. He was known for his moral compass, for his respect towards his students. But with you, all his rules seemed to evaporate. The intoxicating mix of your innocence, your submission, your desire, was too overwhelming to resist.Â
Every moment of your encounter replayed in his mind as he sat in his armchair. Your flushed cheeks, your trembling hands, the way you'd looked at him with such trust and submission. The memory of you kneeling before him, of you looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, was enough to make him hard again. The way you'd whispered 'Yes, Sir', the vulnerability in your voice, made his heart race. He could still feel the softness of your lips as he grazed his thumb over them, the warmth of your mouth around his shaft, could still taste you on his lips...taste himself on your lips. The marks he left on your neck and back, a visible sign of your shared secret, would be a constant reminder of his dominance, of what you'd done, of what you were about to explore.Â
With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the dark ceiling. He was in deep, and there was no turning back now.Â
~
You made your way to DADA the next day trying your best to look as normal as possible. You were normal after all, and no one had any reason to suspect you had been on your knees before Professor Lupin the night before, gagging around him and swallowing him down. You couldn't even let your thoughts wander there. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and walked in the classroom like the most normal student ever.Â
The moment you stepped into the classroom, his eyes fell on you. You did your best to look as innocent as ever, your eyes bright, your cheeks flushed with the morning chill. But the short skirt that hugged your hips, hiked up just enough to reveal laced stockings clinging to your thighs, told a different story, whispered secrets only the two of you shared. Your professor took a moment to appreciate the sight, practically devouring you with his gaze, his pulse quickening, his palms itching to touch, to explore. But no- he had to maintain his control- that was what you had asked of him, after all.Â
Throughout the class, neither of you could focus on anything else but each other. Every time he looked at you, his gaze lingered longer than it should, tracing the curve of your neck, the shape of your lips. He didn't care how obvious his stare was, how inappropriate it might seem, how predatory it was. He noticed the way your eyes lowered when your gazes met, the faint blush on your cheeks, the subtle shift of your skirt as you crossed and uncrossed your legs. Each small action was a dangerous dance on the edge of forbiddance. He wanted you, needed you. His mind was filled with thoughts of you. Of how he could take you right then and there, on one of the desks. And you, you would just bend over for him, self-respect completely forgotten, dignity gone.Â
After class ended, he found his voice, a low, steady command that made your stomach jump, your knees weak: "Y/N, would you stay behind for a moment?"Â
Once the room was emptied, the sounds of chairs scraping and students chattering fading away, you found yourself alone with him. He sat on the edge of his desk, his legs spread, silently inviting you to step into the space between them. The air was thick with tension, anticipation, the room suddenly too small for the two of you.Â
When you were within reach, he reached out, his fingers finding your waist, pulling you closer. He watched as your eyes widened slightly, your breath hitching as he pulled you against him. He could tell how he affected you, and he loved every moment of it.Â
"Look at me," he ordered softly, his gaze unyielding. When you hesitated, he repeated his command, his voice just a notch firmer, "Look at me."Â
Slowly, your eyes met his, hesitant yet trusting. His hand moved from your waist to your thigh, his fingers brushing over the lace of your stockings, causing you to shudder slightly.Â
"I want these on you tonight when you come to my quarters," he told you, his voice husky. It was an order, a declaration of what was to come. "Understood?"
"Yes, Sir", you whispered, your voice shaky.Â
He smiled at you, a small, appreciative smile with a softness only he could mutter. "Good girl," he praised. "Now go, and behave yourself today."Â
With that, he released you and you walked away, your steps slightly unsteady, feeling intoxicated by the power he had over you. The arrangement was not supposed to hinder your academic success- yet, your mind was consumed by the memory of kneeling on the floor of his quarters, his length hitting the back of your throat. Everything had become a blur since then. Despite the rules he had established for you, you would never admit to him he had such an effect on you, the fear of losing the sweet feeling of being owned, dominated, too intoxicating, too good.
You were not surprised by your feelings. You were a horny teenager, after all. Inexperienced, desperate, touch-starved. And there was something about the way Professor Lupin held himself that made you want to surrender completely. He was attractive, yes. But it was more than that. It was the kindness in his eyes that made you know you would be safe with him. His quiet strength telling you he could be in charge, take control, make it hurt good, make you cry, make you beg, all the while making you feel like he was the safest, comfiest place in the world.Â
Remus, on the other hand, had not anticipated the thrill he would be getting from this, from you. For the rest of the day, he had found himself caught in a heady mix of anticipation and unease, his mind never straying far from what was to come this evening, from what he wanted to do to you, with you. The knowledge that what you were doing was ethically wrong, taboo, only seemed to amplify his anticipation. He was acutely aware that he was crossing boundaries he had set for himself long ago. Yet, the intoxicating allure of the forbidden made every stolen moment feel even more intense.Â
Later that evening, in the silence of his quarters, Professor Lupin sat in his armchair, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. He was nervous, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor. He felt like a teenager again, debating what he was going to wear. Did it really matter? He doubted his clothes would stay on long enough. Still, he opted for something casual- comfortable grey trousers, a simple shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a loosely tied tie hanging around his neck.Â
Your nervous knock on his door snapped him out of his reverie. He was by the door in an instant, pulling it open to reveal you standing there. Your eyes wide, and your cheeks flushed in a way that made his heart pound in his chest. You were dressed just as he had instructed, your short skirt revealing the laced stockings from that morning. The lack of any underwear was invisible to the eye but he knew, and the thought sent a jolt of excitement through him. Your blouse was slightly see-through, the white fabric revealing just a hint of the mark he had left on your back. You looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl that you were (or that you pretended to be), and yet undeniably alluring.Â
"Come in," he beckoned, stepping aside to let you enter. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, but not unkind, silently communicating his pleasure at your obedience. He guided you towards the armchair positioned opposite to his own.Â
"Sit," he ordered. You obeyed, your steps hesitant. You could feel his gaze lingering on you as you settled down on the chair, drinking in the sight of you in the outfit he had chosen.Â
"You look beautiful," he finally said. There was a note of genuine admiration in his tone, an honesty that was impossible to ignore. You couldn't help but blush. You wanted to return the compliment, but you couldn't find your voice, suddenly too nervous to speak. Your reaction did not go unnoticed and he gave a soft smile, satisfied with the effect he had on you.Â
"How was your day?" he began, his tone casual, as if you were merely two friends catching up yet his eyes were studying you intently.Â
"Fine, Sir," you lied hesitantly.
He noticed the hesitation immediately and raised an eyebrow. "Just fine?" He continued, his voice holding a note of intrigue. "Did you eat properly?" he continued.Â
You nodded, stuttering a "Mostly, Sir."Â
"And did you pay attention in your classes?" He asked. He knew the answer would be no, but he wanted to see if you would be honest with him.Â
You bit your lip, obviously flustered. "I...I couldn't concentrate...Sir."
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Couldn't concentrate?" He echoed your words, a hint of concern coloring his tone. "Did you complete your homework, at least?"
Again, you hesitated for a moment before responding a timid "I tried to, Sir."Â
There was a silence as he digested your words, his eyes boring into yours. "If this...arrangement of ours interferes with your academics, or your health, it will end immediately," he stated, his voice firm. "Do you understand?"
You nodded, a soft 'Yes, Sir' escaping your lips.Â
"Good," he approved, letting the stern façade slip away, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, the nervous girl in laced stockings, awaiting his command.Â
"Come here," he beckoned, leaning back in his chair and patting his lap. The command went straight between your legs. You hesitated, not trusting yourself to stand, but you obeyed, moving to sit in his lap. His hand immediately settled on your waist, steadying you. The other hand rested on your knee, his fingers gently tracing the fabric of your stockings until they reached the line of lace adorning the middle of your thigh. He let out a soft, approving hum as he appreciated your obedience to his request.Â
"Good girl," he praised, his voice lowering into a whisper, stirring a thrilling shiver down your spine. His hand slid further up your thigh, disappearing under your skirt. He let his hand wander even higher, his fingers ghosting over your bare skin, noticing the lack of underwear. You squirmed, your body arching instinctively towards him. Your movements elicited a soft gasp from him and you could feel his length hardening against you.Â
The hand that was resting on your waist snaked up to your neck and then reached to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him, his thumb grazing your lips, pressing into your mouth. You obediently started sucking on it, your eyes never leaving his. The sight of you, eyes wide and innocent, your mouth working over his thumb, made his erection twitch in the confine of his trousers.Â
He slowly withdrew his thumb, trailing it across your cheek, before tangling his fingers into your hair, tilting your head back slightly. His lips hovered mere millimeters away from yours, your breaths mingling. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a husky whisper. "Are you going to do as you're told?"Â
You nodded eagerly, unable to trust your voice again. He let out a soft chuckle, seeing how flustered he could make you with only a few words and touches. He tugged on your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat. He pressed the softest kiss below your ear, before sucking a mark there. His. His mark. His territory.Â
This was too much, you wanted more, needed more. You arched further into his touch, straining for a hint of contact, a fraction more pressure from his hand from his hand that had remained teasingly still under your skirt. But the man was not one to be rushed.Â
"Now, now. Have we forgotten our manners already?" he gently scolded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in an amused smile. His movements stilled completely, effectively freezing you in your tracks. He savored the sight of you: flushed, desperate, and teetering on the edge.Â
"Use your words, ask nicely," he urged you.Â
His directive sent a rush of warmth through you. You were flustered, your words stumbling out in a breathless rush, "Please..."
"Please, what?" he prodded, a soft chuckle escaping him again. The pleasure he took from your desperation, from your submission, was evident on his face.Â
Your lips parted as you drew a shaky breath, finally adding the one word he'd been waiting for. "Please...Sir," you stammered, your cheeks flaming as the words left your mouth. His eyes softened at your admission, his lips curling into a pleased smirk. Your squirms and tiny whimpers sent delicious jolts of pleasure through him, his hard length pressing insistently against you.Â
His fingers began to move again, trailing further up your thigh, ever so teasingly close to where you wanted him most. "Keep your eyes on me," he instructed you, watching as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Stay still," he ordered, letting his fingers dance around the most intimate part of you. The most desperate whimper escaped your lips, a sound that was music to his ears, pushing him to the brink of control. You involuntarily arched into his touch, making him withdraw his hand abruptly.Â
"Did I not tell you to stay still?" he reminded you, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Good girls listen, remember?"
"I...I'm sorry, Sir," you managed to stammer out. You felt his hand around your waist tighten, anchoring you firmly to his thigh, not allowing you the satisfaction of grinding down on his fingers. This was his game, his rules, and you would have to play by them.Â
Satisfied with your answer, his hand disappeared beneath your skirt again, your breath hitching in anticipation. His fingers ventured further up, tracing the damp path his touch had created until one finger pressed at your entrance. His eyes studied your reactions, your pupils blown wide with desire, your chest heaving. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice steady despite the clear arousal in his gaze.Â
"Yes...Sir," you panted, your voice trembling with need.Â
His finger pushed further inside you, a low growl escaping his lips as he felt your warm tightness clench around him. His thumb began to trace lazy circles on your clit, his touch maddeningly slow. Your hands instinctively clenching onto his shirt, desperate for some form of stability. Your knuckles turned white with the effort of staying still. He set a steady rhythm that had you trembling, your body fighting the urge to move, to chase the pleasure he was so expertly teasing out of you.Â
He continued his rhythm, bringing you to the edge of release only to stop abruptly. He was enjoying this too much, the control, the power, the trust you had placed in him. He could feel his arousal pressing into you, the tightness of his trousers now bordering discomfort. But he ignored it. This was about you, about taking care of you, making you feel good.Â
"Sir..." you whimpered, the loss of contact making your hips buck up in search of his touch. But he held you steady, his hand on your waist keeping you in place. His rhythm was cruelly timed, just enough to build your anticipation before denying you release.Â
"Please...Sir," you cried out, the words a desperate plea.Â
He chuckled, his voice laced with an edge of amusement. "Poor thing," he cooed, his voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "Look at you, so needy. Can't hold on any longer?"Â
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, ashamed of yourself for being so desperate, so vulnerable. But in this moment, it didn't matter. You were so close and you didn't want to dare reaching that sweet release without his permission.Â
"Tell me, what do you want?" he asked, pulling his fingers away once more and smirking at the whimper of protest that escaped your lips.Â
You were a blushing mess, your eyes pleading with him as you struggled to find your voice. "P-please...I n-need...," you stammered, unable to finish the sentence.Â
"Yes?" he prodded, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to the evident arousal in his eyes.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before speaking again. "I-I need to...to come, Sir. Please..." you admitted.Â
A low growl rumbled in his chest at your admission, the sound sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "Good girl," he praised. His finger, slick with your arousal, ventured back inside you, this time adding a second one. You gasped at the stretch, the pressure, but he kept his pace slow, steady, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled.Â
"Relax," he instructed, his fingers moving in rhythm with the steady circling of his thumb over your clit. Your body obeyed, relaxing into the touch, and soon his touch was robbed of all gentleness, setting a pace that had you panting and moaning beneath him. The relentless assault had you whimpering, your mind focused on nothing but the waves of pleasure he was eliciting from you.Â
"Let go," he encouraged, a soft whisper in your ear. "You're such a good girl...let go for me."Â
With a final whimper, you let yourself succumb to the pleasure, your body convulsing in his hold as you rode out the waves of your climax. Your body arched into his touch, your hands clutching at his shirt. He didn't stop his movements until you slumped against him, completely spent.Â
"That's my girl," he praised, a note of pride in his voice. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to your lips. His eyes met yours with a silent instruction. You obediently took his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them with your tongue, your taste mingling with the salty remnants of your climax. He watched you, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you, flushed and sated and completely at his mercy.Â
"I think," he said in a low, husky voice, "we should move this to the bedroom." You swallowed thickly, your pulse racing, but nodded, letting him guide you up on your feet.Â
His room was a reflection of him. A large, comfortable looking bed sat in the middle, the sheets rumpled and inviting. Dark wood furniture filled the room, bookshelves lined the walls. There was a distinctly masculine scent to it, a mixture of parchment, leather bound books and something else, uniquely him.Â
He led you to the bed, his hand warm and steady on the small of your back. You could feel his gaze on you, it was heated, predatory. "Sit," he commanded. You obeyed instantly, perching on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of you, your eyes at the perfect level with the bulge in his trousers.Â
His hand moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer. "I want you to see what you do to me."Â
His grip in hair tightened, the sweet pain making you gasp, your lips now mere centimeters from his erection clearly outlined against the fabric of his trousers. You could feel your cheeks burning at the sight. It was a powerful thing, to know that you could evoke such a reaction from him. It was intoxicating.Â
He took a step back, his gaze taking in your shivering form. His hands reached out towards the buttons of your blouse, the touch making you flinch slightly. His fingers worked slowly, undoing each button with meticulous care. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm as the material fell away, exposing your delicate skin.Â
Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra with practiced ease, discarding the fabric with a flick of his wrist. You trembled, exposed and vulnerable, yet you held his gaze. His hands traced down your sides, stopping at the hem of your skirt. "These," he stated, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your skirt and stockings, "stay on."Â
He gently pushed you, guiding you to lie down on the bed. His figure loomed over you as he positioned himself between your trembling legs. Your professor, still clad in his clothing, a cruel barrier between your bodies, pressed his hips into yours. The friction drew a sharp gasp from you, and you instinctively tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck.Â
He was quick to catch you, his hand cupping your cheek, forcing your gaze back to him. "Look at me," he commanded. His hand slipped from your face, down to rest on your throat, his grip just tight enough to make you swallow nervously.Â
He stilled, studying you under him, his thumb pressing ever so slightly into your soft skin. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper against the silence in the room. You wanted him to dominate you, to control you, even if this meant giving you permission to breathe. Your response was instinctive, your hand reaching up to press on his, urging him to tighten his grip. But he simply smirked at you, "Use your words."
You swallowed, your eyes flickering with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Y-yes, Sir," you stuttered, the honorific rolling off your tongue, only fuelling his arousal. His thumb pressed deeper into your skin, feeling your pulse there.Â
Maintaining the pressure on your throat, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The tenderness of the action stood in stark contrast to the dominance he held over you, the grip on your throat sending jolts of pleasurable fear through your body. Breaking the kiss, he moved to straddle you, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
Deliberately, he began to loosen his tie, pulling it free from his neck and discarding it with a carelessness that had your breath hitching. He started on his shirt next, each button revealing more of his toned chest. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bare skin, your mind foggy with the realization that you were probably the first student to see this part of him. Sure, no other student had been on their knees gagging around him, but seeing this part of him, like this, felt different. It was more intimate.Â
He caught your wandering gaze, the corner of his mouth curling up in amusement. He took hold of your hands, guiding them towards the buckle of his belt. You hesitated, your eyes darting up to meet his, silently seeking his approval. A low chuckle escaped his lips, "Go on," he encouraged.Â
Your hands trembled as you reached for his belt, the metal clinking softly. Once you had the buckle undone, you moved to his trousers, pulling them open to reveal his black boxers. Your hands froze at the sight, your eyes looking back up at him, uncertain.Â
"Keep going," he reassured you. You swallowed, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, letting his erection spring free. He shifted back, pulling his boxers off completely before settling back between your legs. His bare skin against your was a new sensation, a very welcomed sensation. It felt warm, strangely soft, and safe.Â
His tip brushed against you, teasing your entrance, yet he made no move to push forward, causing you to whimper softly, your breaths coming out in short gasps. He stilled, his dominant façade melting away for a moment to reveal the gentle, kindhearted Remus Lupin you knew so well. He looked down at you, his gaze soft, "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He lifted his hand to stroke your hair comfortingly. "We can stop at any time if you're uncomfortable."Â
You loved that he was so caring, you felt safe, but you also wished he could read your degenerate mind. You didn't want him to be so gentle, so attentive. You wanted him to be rough, to use you, even if it was your first time. You shook your head- no, you absolutely didn't want to stop- a breathy plea of "Please, Sir," tumbling from your lips. Your hands came up to his shoulders, clinging to them in anticipation. The sight of you, so willing, so eager under him, had him teetering on the edge of losing control.Â
He started pushing in, slowly, agonizingly slowly. A groan escaped his lips, the tightness around him was almost too much. You held your breath, the unfamiliar feeling of being stretched causing you to tense up.Â
He paused, fully sheathed within you, giving you time to adjust to his size. His hand moved to your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek, "Breathe, love. Relax," he instructed gently.Â
At your needy whimper, he began to move, setting a rhythm that had your breath hitching in your throat. Your small noises of pleasure spurred him on. "You feel so good," he groaned, his hand moving up to cup your breast before resting on your throat once more, pressing down just enough to slightly restrict your airways.Â
You arched into him, your body begging for more. "H-harder...please, Sir," you begged, your words coming out breathlessly. His heart pounded in his chest at your plea. "Such a good girl for me," he praised, his movements becoming harder, driving you into the mattress.Â
He moved his hand to your hair, tugging harshly to expose your neck. His lips descended upon your exposed neck, sucking a possessive mark into your skin. His other hand slipped down, tracing the line of your thigh, over the lacy stocking that clung to your skin. "Mine," he growled, the statement punctuated by a particularly harsh thrust. His grip tightened in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he buried himself deeper within you. His rhythm was relentless. Â
Your breaths were becoming shallower, your body tightening around him. He could tell you were close, so close to that edge he had brought you to earlier. His movements became rougher, more aggressive as he began to lose himself in the pleasure of the moment. "Please..." you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies coming together.Â
His body was coiling tighter, the pleasure mounting as he thrust deeper and harder into you. "Come for me," he rasped out, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. Your body tightened around him, your moans growing louder as you neared your second climax of the night. "That's it, good girl. Let go."Â
With a final thrust, he stilled inside you, his body tensing as he spilled his seed within you. The pulsing sensation was enough to send you over the edge, your climax washing over you in waves. You clung to him, struggling to catch your breath.Â
He remained still on top of you, your bodies pressed together, intimately connected. "Good girl," he praised, his lips brushing against your cheek as he planted soft kisses on your flushed skin.Â
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he looked down at you. Your body felt heavy, exhausted. You could only manage a weak nod in response, your eyes still half-closed.Â
"Did I hurt you?" he pressed, his gaze lingering on the mark he had left on your neck. You shook your head. He watched you carefully, his eyes studying you for any sign of discomfort or regret. All he saw was exhaustion and bliss.Â
Slowly, he pulled out of you, the action causing you to let out a soft whimper in protest, leaving you feeling oddly empty. You barely registered his movements as he got up from the bed, only becoming aware of his absence when you felt the warmth of a cleaning spell between your legs. Your skirt and stockings were discarded, your body tucked under the comfort of his bed sheets.Â
He settled next to you, pulling you close to him, cradling you in his arms as he murmured softly "I've got you." He kissed your temple, the action tender and loving, a contrast to the intensity of what had just happened. As much as you loved being manhandled, owned, dominated, right now, this is what you needed. His heartbeat, steady against your ear, was the most comforting sound you had ever heard.Â
You knew this was not going to last forever, the reality of things pulling you out of your post-climax bliss. You would have to go back to your dorm soon, pretend to be a good, innocent little schoolgirl. But for now, you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep.
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Part two of my series on Rivendell's resident guards. This post is about one of Thingol's old bodyguards and how she came to live in Rivendell. Here's part one, about the Feanorian lieutenant Hrivossa.
Thingol's Old Bodyguard: Celecoll
The name means "Silver Cloak;" she got it as an adult for being basically a shadow for Thingol and stopped using her other name (which she'd never been fond of) after that
She was born a bit after the Journey to Valinor, among the part of the Teleri that stayed behind
Her earliest years were spent being harassed by Morgoth's forces, one of her first memories is the day Thingol and Melian appeared in the Teleri camp to lead them to the peace and safety of Doriath
Ever since that moment, she's wanted to dedicate her life to the Sindarin king
As a young adult, she fought in many battles at Thingol's side before the girdle was ingrained enough to keep Doriath hidden, making her something of a war hero to the Sindar
She's deadly with about half a dozen weapons, and when she wasn't serving as a bodyguard, she often kept her skills sharp by ensuring that none of Morgoth's forces even thought about getting near the girdle
Still, after the girdle was established, she rarely ventured far out of it
She fully trusted Thingol and Melian's judgement on who should and shouldn't be into Doriath, so while she felt some sympathy for those who were turned away, she thought it was for the greater good
Now she had very little sympathy for the Noldor; murderers who showed up in Beleriand after thousands of years only to (in her mind) immediately antagonize Morgoth and start demanding Thingol risk the lives of everyone in Doriath to help them on their borderline insane mission to defeat a literal god
She saw herself as a protector, and was generally a gentle, kind soul with the Iathrim, always happy to spend a day helping some of her people plant that season's crops, or teaching some elflings basic swordplay (safely, of course)
But she had a very binary "us" and "them" view of the world, so the sense of responsibility she felt towards the Iathrim didn't extend to the other peoples of Middle-Earth
She didn't like Thingol asking for the Silmaril, but that was more because she thought Luthien should be able to marry when she wanted than because she had any moral qualms about Thingol taking the Silmaril and not giving it to the Noldor
Though she did notice that the Silmaril had some... worrying effects on him after he got it
Sometimes, he would spend days locked in his vault looking at it, and she'd have to pull him out to get him to eat and sleep
Still, as worried as she was, it was clear to her that Thingol wanted the Silmaril, that it made him happy, and she refused to go behind her king's back, even when some of her fellow guards wanted to
I mean, Doriath is still thrivingâ what's the problem if he spends more time out of the public eye? What harm could it cause?
Things continued like this right up until Thingol died as a direct result of the Silmaril, shortly followed by Melian forsaking Middle-Earth
This was an earth-shattering event for Celecoll
Her king, who she dedicated her whole life too, just died a pointless death on one of the few days she was not around to protect him, because of something she chose not to do and now the queen she put so much faith in is gone and so is the girdle
Lots of the Iathrim look to her to try and fix things, because she was still a hero for many of them
She handled this about as well as you would expect
By which I mean she packed her weapons and exiles herself out of guilt and the feeling that she'd horribly failed her kind and people and needed to do penance
As for how she eventually meets Elrond and moves to Rivendell, that's a story for part three
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